dull rain | viii

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The next day, he finally realized why the girl looked familiar.

From his seat in the classroom,
he could see the people in front quite easily.

Normally, he would ignore them.

Normally, they did the same.

This time, however,
his eyes glanced over at a certain person laughing in the middle of a loud group.

The same face.
The same smile.
The same voice.

It was the girl behind the cashier.

For a moment, their eyes met.

She waved her hand at him and smiled.

He looked away.

Quietly, he sighed.

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