"We've got plenty of time left, loads and loads of half-hours, and for me, watching my senior sleep is a treat. Let me be a little selfish with you once in a while, okay?"
"Mhm." Mayi Asuka gazed at Dubian Che.
Their kiss was a short one.
"It's so warm," Mayi Asuka whispered her feelings about the kiss.
"So warm," Dubian Che kissed her again.
They held each other tightly, entwined like threads, inseparable.
The only way to untangle this clump of threads would be to cut it directly.
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Monday, the 57th Cultural Festival at Goda.
"I watched TV this morning, and it looks like a typhoon is coming."
"Are you kidding me? Now of all times?"
"But it seems like today is okay. It won't make landfall until the evening, and hopefully, it'll pass overnight."
"What about the outdoor stalls?"
"We'll pack them up after school. Whether or not we can hold it tomorrow depends on whether the typhoon has passed or on the school's decision."
