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I Want to Eat Your Pancreas

wiped her face. I followed herȄat a slower pace, and without the spinningȄand dried myself off, too. Dz ‘‘†™‘”–‘†ƒ›ǡdz–Š‡ˆ‘”–›-something ˆ‡ƒŽ‡Ž‹„”ƒ”‹ƒ•ƒ‹†ǤDz‘— …ƒ•–ƒ›ƒ†”‡Žƒšƒ„‹–‹ˆ›‘—ǯ†Ž‹‡Ǥ ‡”‡ǡ ’”‡’ƒ”‡†•‘‡–‡ƒƒ†•™‡‡–•Ǥdz Dz‘™Ǩdz–Š‡‰‹”Ž•ƒ‹†ǤDzŠƒ•Ǩdz DzŠƒ›‘—ǡdz •ƒ‹†Ǥ I took a drink of the cold barley tea and gazed across the library. All the other students had left. ›…Žƒ••ƒ–‡„‹–‹–‘ƒ•™‡‡–„—ƒ†•ƒ‹†ǡDzŠ‹•ƒŒ——‹•†‡Ž‹…‹‘—•Ǥdz She had a habit of reacting to every single positive thing around her. She had already claimed a chair behind the counter. I took a pastry for myself and moved the other chair a little farther from her before sitting on it. Dz‘””›–‘–ƒ‡›‘—ƒ™ƒ›ˆ”‘›‘—”•–—†›–‹‡ǡdz–Š‡Ž‹„”ƒ”‹ƒ•ƒ‹†ǤDz  ‘™‡šƒ•ƒ”‡‡š–™‡‡Ǥdz Dz‘ǯ–™‘””›ƒ„‘—–‹–ǡdz–Š‡‰‹”Ž•ƒ‹†ǤDz‡ƒŽ™ƒ›•†‘ˆ‹‡Ȅright in the ‹††Ž‡‘ˆ–Š‡’ƒ…Ǥ •ǯ––Šƒt right, [Classmate Who Knows My Secret]-—ǫdz Dz—”‡ǡdz •ƒ‹†‘…‘‹––ƒŽŽ›ǡDzƒ•Ž‘‰ƒ• Ž‹•–‡‹…Žƒ••ǡ †‘ƒŽŽ ”‹‰Š–Ǥdz „‹–‹–‘–Š‡ƒŒ——Ǥ –”‡ƒŽŽ›™ƒ•†‡Ž‹…‹‘—•Ǥ Š‡Ž‹„”ƒ”‹ƒƒ•‡†ǡDz ƒ˜‡›‘—–Š‘—‰Š–ƒ„‘—–™Šƒ–›‘—ǯ”‡†‘‹‰ˆ‘” college, Yamauchi-•ƒǫdz Dz‘–›‡–ǡdz•Š‡”‡’Ž‹‡†ǤDz”ƒ›„‡ †‘ǯ–ˆ‡‡ŽŽ‹‡ ‡‡†–‘Ǥdz Dz†›‘—ǡȏ‡ŽŽ-Mannered Student]-—ǫdz Dz Šƒ˜‡ǯ–‡‹–Š‡”ǡdz •ƒ‹†Ǥ ‡ƒ…Š‹‰ˆ‘”ƒ•‡…‘†ƒŒ——ǡ–Š‡‰‹”Ž’”‘–‡•–‡†ǡDz‘—…ƒǯ–„‡–Šƒ– way, [Classmate Who Knows My Secret]-kun. You have to think about the ˆ—–—”‡Ǥdz I ignored her meddling and drank another sip of tea. The store-bought drink tasted good, and familiar. Š‡Ž‹„”ƒ”‹ƒ•ƒ‹†ǡDz‘—„‘–ŠŠƒ˜‡–‘–Š‹ƒ„‘—–›‘—”ˆ—–—”‡•Ǥ ˆ›‘— †‘ǯ–’ƒ›ƒ––‡–‹‘ǡ›‘—ǯŽŽ„‡ƒ•‘Ž†ƒ• ƒ„‡ˆ‘”‡›‘—‘™‹–Ǥdz Š‡‰‹”Ž‰ƒ˜‡‡ƒ‰Žƒ…‡ǡ–Š‡Žƒ—‰Š‡†’Ž‡ƒ•ƒ–Ž›ƒ†•ƒ‹†ǡDz™ǡ–Šƒ– ™‘ǯ–Šƒ’’‡ǤdzŠ‡–™‘‡š…Šƒ‰‡†ƒ…Š—…Ž‡ǡ„—–‘–‡Ǥ –‘‘ƒ‘–Š‡” bite of my pastry and washed it down with the barley tea. ›…Žƒ••ƒ–‡™ƒ•”‹‰Š–Ǥ –™‘—Ž†ǯ–Šƒppen.

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