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Even when I go to see Touko-san, Mom drives me now. |
It’s like she’s guarding me, and I hate it. |
I can go see Touko-san on my own. |
I wonder what Touko-san really thinks of me. |
I remember talking to her a lot, though I don’t remember what we were talking about. |
I don’t care what Touko-san thinks of me now. |
I’m crazy anyway, so take down all the weird data you can about me. |
I don’t care anymore. |
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