NYAAaaNYAAaaI knew it—just as I thought...I knew it—just as I thought......your hands are super-cold, Teacher.Like a dead child.Like a dead child.Every time, she appears abruptly......and suddenly vanishes.Honestly, what a terrible habit.Honestly, what a terrible habit.Looks like I calmed down without stabbing today.But Teacher is really nice......so I'll probably stab him to death again.I should treat her to some tea the next time she comes.
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