Senjogahara still stood there. She stood still and grabbed my wrist. Hitagi Senjogahara, who had denied herself physical contact for so long─naturally, it was the first time she’d ever touched me like that. Touching. Seeing. It meant that we’re here. To each other. “Do you think you could say it out loud for me?” “Out loud?” “I don’t like silent partnerships.” “Ah─got it.” I gave it some thought. It seemed unrefined to reply in kind with English, not to this woman who wanted nothing but extremes. Then again, I had only a surface knowledge of other languages, which in any case wouldn’t be any
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