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Thrown away or collected?

“At!” called Bara, who received a sharp look from the owner of the name. Bara, who understood that Atma didn't want to listen to him at the moment, chose to remain silent and enjoy every romantic scene that might be presented.

Clarita limped along; behind her was a girl with waist-length hair. Atma's glass window was not completely closed, so he managed to overhear their conversation. "Sis, who are you looking for?" Dean asked, confused.

"Dean won't know who!" Clarita screamed involuntarily.

"Yes, that's why, sis. Tell me! If you keep quiet, how will Dean know?" Dean shouted no less high.

Clarita's shoulders weakened; she was restless. Should he tell Dean the truth?

"Sis, Dean already thinks of you like Dean's own older brother, even though we've only just met. Dean has told you everything, Sis; you still don't believe it?"

"We just met, De."

Dean sighed in resignation. "So what, Sis? Didn't you say that you're here alone?

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