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Nervously, Miyami glanced back to the boy when she noticed from the corner of her eye that he had looked away. She knew who he was, but her morals told her to not hold grudges against anyone. She quietly sighed, lifted her index finger to her bottom lip and tapped at it as she contemplated about the situation.
'Should I say something...?' She thought, unsure of what to do, 'I don't even think he knows me... He'll probably think I'm a weirdo...'
'Should I say something...?' She thought, unsure of what to do, 'I don't even think he knows me... He'll probably think I'm a weirdo...'