Soon the bus arrived.
Fortunately for me, I didn't have to remain angry any longer than necessary.
I quickly got off, trying to stretch my legs, which were slightly numb.
I focused so much on stretching them that when I looked back in front of me, there it was.
The school I'd been eyeing the entire way. The fact that I'd seen it in pictures didn't take away from its impressiveness.
How can the Japanese government afford a place like this?
It's sad to see our taxes allocated this way.
"Ugh... ufff," I sighed and resumed my walk inside the school.
I passed a brown-haired boy and a black-haired girl.
They seemed to be having an argument; sure, that's what it looked like, but in reality, it seemed like the girl was just calling him a bully or something.
Oh well, not my problem.
Before I got to the classroom, I remembered I had to attend the entrance ceremony first.
The first thing I did upon entering was take out my pamphlet.
The pamphlet stated basic things, like our belongings were already in our designated rooms.
Water and electricity services were already covered.
Basic rules:
No stealing.
No outside contact.
Etc., etc.
Mundane rules that anyone could imagine just by reading.
It also explained what to do upon arriving at the facility: the first thing was to attend the entrance ceremony.
I started walking through the hallways toward the auditorium. The halls were crowded, everyone like gazelles in a herd.
It was typical of schools, except for the alarming number of security cameras and the ultramodern facilities surrounding us. Otherwise, it felt just like any regular school system.
"Shit..." was my first thought upon arriving.
Everyone was lined up, but in a way that was quite different from what one would imagine, dividing the students into sections. Nothing unusual... unless you counted the divisions being too stark.
Four distinct student groups: Classes A, B, C, and D.
Class D was full of students chatting wildly, laughing, and playing with each other.
The most alarming thing were their comments:
"Did you see those girls' tits?
" "Dude, that's so sexy."
Seriously, what kind of person makes those comments in public?
Then there was Group C. They weren't so different from Class D, except that at least they appeared to be better behaved. They didn't stray from their lines, and their conversations were more in line with those of ordinary students, not potential perverts.
The only thing notable was that they all had yakuza faces.
Then came Class B.
They were the embodiment of how a by-the-book student should act: no laughter or whispers, lined up with the faces of cute children. I won't deny that some comments were heard, but they were minors, something relatively normal.
And finally, Class A.
At what point did they let damn government officials in to pass them off as students?
Their uniforms, their ranks, their appearance…
Even the air they emanated was pure elegance.
The division was clear, too clear, as if they'd grouped everyone according to their personalities and behaviors.
There were exceptions, of course. In Class D, at least five students stood neat and serene, waiting for the ceremony to begin. That's not counting me, of course… since I was in Class D.
After all, the first few days of school perfectly determine how your entire school life will go.
Add to that the fact that we'll be in an institution with zero communication with the outside world.
The result is obvious: the need to find your own group to survive as long as possible.
Besides, these kinds of scenes will likely only be repeated today. After all, in the following days, no one will be so enthusiastic about getting up early and going to study.
It's an almost universal law: no one loves studying. Even those who don't seek out video games or similar distractions usually choose some classic literature to pass the time.
But that's school life. So, all that remains is to adapt to it, or at least tolerate it, so as not to be consumed by it.
Once the ceremony was over, I headed to my classroom.
Class D…
Walking through the hallways and the school in general, I noticed an incredibly unnecessary number of security cameras.
Seriously, why so many cameras? Usually, a couple, well-positioned, would suffice.
The feeling of being constantly watched wasn't pleasant at all.
But, as a seasoned loner, I'm used to these kinds of stares. Besides, if you have nothing to hide, there's nothing to worry about.
The only sad thing was seeing Japan's economy squandered on security cameras. But that was the problem for the salarymen at the time.
The walk was bustling: there were many students in the hallways.
Everyone was looking for their own classroom, their steps hurried.
Not to start classes, but to make friends.
It was then that I arrived at the classroom. I opened the door and entered; there was already a large crowd chatting happily.
They were looking to meet for the first time. The moment they entered, they glanced back at me, but quickly lost interest and continued with what they were doing.
Step one: blend in. Done.
I laughed internally as I walked to my seat, which, fortunately, already had my name assigned to it.
As I sat down, I took out a book I'd just bought. I usually read light novels, but even I can appreciate classic literature from time to time.
1984 was a simple book in terms of the idea it wanted to convey, but the plot behind it was simply fascinating. And let's not even talk about the emphasis it placed on surrender.
That way hope vanished from one moment to the next... I won't deny it's a pessimistic book, but at the same time, I imagine the author wanted to highlight free will and how lucky we are to have it.
As I was wandering around thinking about this, my gaze fell on my seatmate: the same girl I'd seen at the entrance. Black hair and an excellent figure that further accentuated the beauty of her face, emanating an air of incredible elegance.
I glanced at her slightly out of the corner of my eye as she settled into her seat right behind me.
She opened her backpack and took a book out of it, closed it, and set off to read so she could have a miner's shearing before our classes began.
The book she had was Crime and Punishment. A classic, if you ask me. Of course, because nothing says "happy school life" like reading about murder, guilt, and human misery.
Despite the fact that I was only glancing at her, the girl raised her eyes slightly.
"Do you need anything?" she asked in a tone so venomous it could almost melt the air.
"Oh, no, sorry... your book just seemed familiar to me, that's all."
I tried to steer the conversation back to the book, hoping not to be labeled a full-time stalker.
"Of course, it's a famous book." Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to avoid wasting time on unnecessary conversation and continue reading.
He said it so coldly that even the penguins at the zoo would have been envious.
Well, there goes my attempt at socializing. Sorry, Komachi, but it looks like making friends will be even harder than finding a girlfriend… and that's saying something.
Just as I was wrapped up in my thoughts, another boy appeared, passing me by to sit next to the girl.
"What an unfortunate coincidence," she muttered as she looked at him, her eyes fixed on the brown-haired boy.
The boy nodded slightly.
"I guess."
Without further ado, he grabbed his things and sat down. That's when I noticed him: it was the same guy from the entrance.
"Wow, what a strange coincidence," I thought. Although, to be honest, strange or not, I shouldn't have cared. I wasn't planning on interacting with anyone, much less someone who'd already made it clear they didn't want to interact with me. So I went back to my book.
Or at least, I tried. Because he was the one who decided to talk to me.
"Oh, hi," he said.
His voice... hard to define. Neither warm nor hostile. More like cold, bored, disinterested. But the important thing wasn't the tone, but the look in his eyes. That blank stare.
Normally, when someone looks at you, you can sense something: repulsion, anger, sympathy, whatever. But I, as a proud veteran of the noble profession of social isolation—and believe me, decorated with gold medals for "fish eyes" and "antisocial plague"—could notice something different. That wasn't a dead stare like mine. It was worse: it was empty. Like I was looking at a specimen under a microscope.
Chilling.
I shook off the discomfort and replied,
"Oh, hi."
He nodded, seemingly intent on continuing the conversation.
"You're reading a book, aren't you?"
Strange way to start a conversation. Although, coming from me, I'm not one to judge.
"Yes. 1984," I said dryly.
It wasn't that it bothered me, I just don't know how to respond to these things. Socialization is a foreign language to me.
"Oh, I see. I think I read it at some point in my childhood.
" "What? In your childhood?" I wondered.
It's not that the book is off-limits to children, but... come on, what kind of toddler reads 1984? Most would be reading comics or, if we were lucky, manga. Reading this as a kid is pure masochism. I decided to keep quiet. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
"I see." "It's a good, interesting book," I simply said.
He nodded again and continued:
"Honestly, it has a rather curious vision of society, don't you think? If you think about it, it's like today's, only taken a little more to the extreme. Who knows, maybe we'll get to that point someday."
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"I suppose you're right."
I was about to continue the conversation, but I stopped myself. Although, on reflection, he was right about one thing: society is already pretty rotten. And at this point, I don't know if what's coming is better... or worse. "
A
"What are they doing?" he said.
I looked up at the source of that voice. It was a woman in a uniform, a high school teacher's outfit. I could tell without hesitation: a beauty. Mature, at best. Her proportions were hard to ignore, though what was truly striking was the serious, cutting air that surrounded her. She seemed about to scold us for just breathing.
(Great, the typical strict teacher. Just what we needed: someone to remind us that we're at a school and not a resort.)
She sat down calmly, took out a pamphlet, and immediately stood up again. She climbed onto the desk and spoke in a firm voice:
"Please take your seats. I'm going to explain the rules of this school."
As if they'd rehearsed the choreography, all the students made their way to their seats. It took a few seconds for the din to die down; tempers were too high. However, discipline soon prevailed. I, for my part, instantly forgot my conversation with that strange boy.
(Well, I guess this concludes my second attempt at socializing. At least I got a little further than last time. Yes, Komachi, your brother is making progress: today he managed to get more than two sentences in a row before being interrupted. What an achievement.)
I didn't see any change on the boy's face; it was still an expressionless mask. But I did notice a slight adjustment in his posture, as if he, too, had wanted to keep talking. Forced or not, it felt like a timid effort to socialize.
(Small victories, noted. I'm sure when they write my biography, this will be a key point: "the day Hikigaya said 'hello' and lived to tell the tale.")
I quickly focused my attention on the teacher. After a brief silence, she pulled out a cell phone and declared solemnly,
"You've been invited here. Congratulations on that," the teacher said in a cold tone of voice, so mechanical that those "congratulations" sounded more like a sentence than an acknowledgment.
(Yeah, right. Congratulations on chaining us to this place. Nothing says "welcome" like the academic equivalent of a luxury prison.)
She scanned the classroom, lingering for just a second on each of us. It wasn't a kind look, much less a warm one. She seemed to be assessing our level of suitability for the furnishings.
Then, finally, she spoke again:
"Now that everyone is gathered, I will explain the rules of this school. Pay attention.
To begin, I'm going to introduce myself. My name is Chese Ibarazae, and I am the homeroom teacher for Class D. Keep that in mind because the teachers don't change shifts over the years. So we're going to be seeing each other for these three years," she said with a gaze so sharp it seemed to cut right through us all.
Great. Three years with this woman. Shit, really? I don't know how I'm going to survive with someone like that. Although, well, who am I kidding? As if I care. If you pay a little attention and don't fall asleep too much in class, it should be enough. Or at least, I hope so.
"Okay, first of all, I want to tell you the main rules. The first is that you are to have no contact with the outside world."
The room immediately exploded with murmurs.
What? No contact?
Really? Didn't you even read the pamphlet? It clearly said there would be no communication. Still, people looked as shocked as if the end of the world had been announced to them.
"All communication with the outside world is completely prohibited. Should it happen, you will be expelled and legal proceedings may be initiated," the teacher concluded coldly.
Ah, wonderful. Three years in solitary confinement. No calls, no texts, not even seeing Komachi. Perfect. This sounds more like a luxury prison than an elite school. Of course, except that here you enter voluntarily... although, in my case, it was more out of sisterly pressure.
To tell the truth, when I researched the school, all I found was tons of praise: quality subjects, excellent teachers, top-notch facilities, incredible opportunities. But nothing about the total lockdown. The best-kept secret, apparently. And now I understand why.
While some already seemed outraged, I just let out a resigned sigh. And as if the teacher had expected exactly that reaction, she added something that immediately changed the atmosphere completely.
"Please take your cell phones and turn them on. Log in to your account, you'll find something very important."
Everyone obeyed instantly. So did I. And what we saw on the screen was... incredible.
A point system.
"Points, that's it," several of us thought simultaneously.
"That's right," the teacher confirmed. "This is a point system. The system is directly equivalent to yen. One point equals one yen. And as you can see, you have 100,000 points."
A collective murmur ran through the classroom, and a second later, the surprise turned into an explosion.
"Really?! One hundred thousand points?!
" "That's one hundred thousand yen!"
Shouts, laughter, incredulous comments. The room felt like a festival. Even I, who normally remain calm, couldn't help but be surprised.
I glanced at two individuals who had seemed rather odd to me from the start. They seemed puzzled, although one of them, the expressionless guy, was analyzing his cell phone with such concentration that it almost seemed like he was doing financial calculations.
I glanced at him again.
One hundred thousand points? Where's the catch? And why so much money? I'd never had that kind of money in my hands before. Not even saving like a cheapskate. And here... they just handed it out like candy.
"You're surprised, aren't you?" the teacher said with a faint smile. Or at least, what seemed to be one. "This school rewards students based on their performance. Since everyone passed the entrance exam, they're rewarded this way: one hundred thousand points. "
The shouts grew even louder.
"Your points will be renewed every month. You'll receive the corresponding amount according to your performance.
" "Every month."
The room erupted again, this time in pure euphoria.
One hundred thousand points every month?
I, on the other hand, frowned. Wait... I thought that was for the whole year. Of course not, it's monthly. That sounds too good to be true. And when something sounds too good... you know.
One hundred thousand points every month, based on what we "deserve." Uh-huh, right. That doesn't make any sense.
Even if it's a government-funded institution, no one would agree to waste that much money on a bunch of teenagers. Shit, we're students, not movie stars.
Hell, how do you even maintain a school like this? Top-notch facilities, food, amenities, a damn mall—everything as if we were outside, completely available. And to top it all off, all the students are given spending money. That's too much. TOO MUCH!
I thought to myself as I listened to everyone around me planning how to spend their newly acquired money. But Chese Ibarazae didn't stop there and continued her explanation:
"Remember, everything in this place is purchased with points. There's nothing that can't be purchased with points."
I sensed a certain emphasis on that part. It seemed like it wasn't... it seemed like it was rehearsed, part of a perfectly planned routine. I could assume it was all written in a pamphlet or a script before we started this talk. But I had no proof.
And, of course, I couldn't help but wonder: why so much emphasis on this? Why insist that everything can be bought with points?
(Something tells me it's not just a school, but an experiment. Or worse... a test to see what we'll do with so much money and freedom. Welcome to controlled paradise.)
It has a pretty good philosophy. The food is excellent, but most of all... free food is the best.
(Yes, I know, I should be grateful. Free always tastes better.)
But do you know why that philosophy is actually "good"? Because there's no such thing. Nothing is that perfect. There must be something behind it. Why would they give us so much money? Even grant us merits right off the bat?
To say that simply for entering this school we're rewarded with 100,000 points... I wouldn't take that seriously. There has to be something more. There always is.
(Nothing is free. It never is. And at a school like this, every smile and every yen comes with a price I can't yet see.)
Because, in the first place, all of this meant only one thing. You only had to try hard once during high school. Just pass the exam. Just that. And you could continue to indulge in debauchery at this school. No work, no studies... just attend classes. Maybe do the bare minimum. Enough to get through the year.
Shit! Are you serious? There's no such thing as good. There's no such thing as free food.
My thoughts were interrupted by another explanation from Chese Ibarazae:
"Well, that would be it. Everything is 100% regulated. These points can't be converted into real money, so don't try to save them to cash in when you leave these premises. Outside, they're worthless." Furthermore, extorting other students for points is strictly prohibited, as it could lead to expulsion.
Well, at least there's a strict and sensible rule. But still... just one rule? I expected detailed regulations for an elite school. No lunch, no sleeping in class... I was even sure there would be something like a list of reasons for expulsion. But no. Nothing.
Why didn't they say so? Or rather, why didn't anyone even ask?
At that instant, I looked back at my classmates and understood the truth: they were all enthralled with the fact that they would have 100,000 yen in their pockets. Even I couldn't help but think about spending the money carelessly. But, as always, nothing comes for free in this world. I lightly pressed the screen of my phone. No doubt I'd be in serious trouble with that much money. I could spend it, but no. If I did, I'd probably get into trouble. It's better to wait and see how things develop.
"Fine, if that's all, I'll leave." You can use the rest of the class to get to know each other… or do whatever you want. You have a ceremony to attend in a few minutes, so be careful. See you, enjoy your stay… and get ready," Chese Ibarazae said, saying goodbye to the class.
I couldn't help but feel like I had left more questions than answers. Quickly, I got up and returned to my seat.
I quickly got up from my seat and began to pace. I watched as everyone began to group together, and a blond boy stood up from among them all; just by looking at him closely, it was clear that he was both a normie and a handsome boy, and as if he were some kind of alpha, he spoke as loudly as he could without altering his voice too much.
-Listen everyone, can I have your attention?
In minutes, silence invaded the place. The force of authority that guys like him have is impressive over the masses.
-Tell me, don't you think it would be better if we all got to know each other? I suggest we all introduce ourselves and talk a little about ourselves.
At first, there was silence, but some—especially the girls—nodded and encouraged the idea, and just when it seemed the boys wouldn't participate,
without me noticing, the bus girl, the same one who had intervened to give her seat to the old woman, also stood up.
"You're right, we should get to know each other a little better," she said as she looked at everyone in the classroom. And for a moment, her gaze lingered on me. I couldn't help but feel slightly pressured.
Still, what I wanted to do was more important. So I quickly grabbed my things and started walking toward the exit. I didn't say a word, just edged along the edge of the group. To my surprise, I wasn't the only one: the black-haired girl also got up from her seat and started leaving with me.
But, unlike us, another student did the same thing much more loudly: reddish hair, muscular, with a wild air that gave him the appearance of a delinquent. While he was making a big fuss, he exclaimed,
"Oh? Why would we do that?" This is stupid. We're not elementary school kids anymore. Please… I don't have time for nonsense.
I simply ignored the boy. Frankly, he looked like a troublemaker. I didn't want to mess with him or have anything to do with him. I didn't want any trouble, so I grabbed my things and walked much faster than before.
But the guy got ahead of me and brushed against the door with an intimidating air. The blond boy tried to stop him, but he refused. He kept walking and was the first to leave the room.
Before long, thanks to the intimidating boy's presence at my side, I was also noticed by the kids we might call "social butterflies." The blond boy looked at me and quickly said,
"Hey, please don't leave. Could you at least give us your name? It's a good way to start, don't you think?"
Frankly, if I had the initial intention of participating, after all, I made a promise to Komachi. If it weren't for the fact that I had to leave so I could talk to the teacher, I probably would have stayed. But this was important. At least I could give my name.
Before leaving the classroom completely, I said,
"My name is Hikigaya Hachiman. I'm from Chiba. Personally, I like to read, and I also enjoy my time alone. Please take care of me," I said with a slight bow.
I immediately left, followed by the black-haired girl. But she went in another direction, probably heading for her shopping. Meanwhile, I headed toward what appeared to be the teachers' lounge.
There I found her: Chese Ibarazae, our homeroom teacher. Out of the corner of my eye, I managed to see the black-haired girl glance at me for a moment before continuing on her way. I ignored her and continued walking quickly toward the teacher.
"Teacher, could you wait a minute, please?" I asked.
She stopped immediately, looked at me for a moment, and said,
"Hikigaya Hachiman, right?
" "Oh, yes," I replied, nodding.
Funny. At least I knew the students' names. They usually take a while to remember, especially mine. In fact, the teacher who hadn't intervened before didn't even know my full name; only my nicknames. This was progress, I thought.
I immediately ignored my thoughts and said,
"Yes, it's me, teacher. Oh, yes... I had some questions. I wondered if you could answer them."
She simply nodded, but she looked at me with her usual sharp gaze, and her air of seriousness seemed even more shocking than before.
"Well, you can ask your questions, but tell me… why didn't you ask while we were in class? Couldn't I have answered you then?" she said, with a slight tinge of intrigue and suspicion in her tone.
I scratched my head. Truth be told, they weren't important questions, just simple curiosities, and I'd probably get laughed at if I asked them, so I preferred to wait until she'd finished her explanations.
She nodded again and said,
"Well, ask. I'll see if I answer you or not."
I paused, organizing my words, and began,
"To begin with… I wanted to tell you," I emphasized her own words, "you said this, is that correct?"
She nodded again,
"Yes, that's correct. "
With that in hand, I moved on,
"Well, I wanted to ask you… When you were explaining the rules in class, you said that our points would be deposited every month, but you never mentioned it would be monthly, did you?"
For a brief moment, Chese Ibarazae's serious facade seemed to crack, as if she'd lost something she'd forgotten. But in an instant, she returned to her usual composure.
"I can't answer that," she said.
I sighed, hoping she couldn't answer. I wasn't surprised.
"Well then... could you answer me something else?"
She simply nodded and repeated,
"I'll see if I can answer that or not.
" "During the entrance ceremony, I noticed that we were all divided," I continued. "I'm not denying that groups are usually divided, but... why were we distributed this way? It doesn't seem well balanced. We're all placed as if we were ranked.
" "Class A seems the best, Class B is good, Class C is average, and then there's us... Class D. We're a bunch of misfits. Just by seeing us at the ceremony, I can tell," I said frankly. Are we graded based on our academic performance, or is there some other criterion I'm unaware of?
This time, Chese Ibarazae seemed to momentarily lose her composure… but she didn't return to her usual serious tone. In fact, she even smiled at me.
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"You ask some pretty interesting questions, don't you, Hikigaya?" she said, looking at me, her smile widening even further. "I tell you again: I couldn't answer that question."
Okay, this was really starting to annoy me. I quickly thought of a way to get her to answer. What could I do? So, I decided to take a different route, to phrase it a little simpler.
"Why didn't you explain the usual school rules to us? Why didn't you tell us not to use our cell phones in class, not to eat there, to arrive early and not to make any noise?" I asked.
She seemed pleased, as if my question had made her happy.
"I can answer that for you," she said, looking at me intensely. "Honestly, I think you're perfectly familiar with this situation. You're not kids anymore; you're high school students. So, let me put it this way: Tell me, is it necessary for me to tell you that you have to attend class? Not to use your cell phone, to take notes, to be silent? All of that goes without saying. These are standard school rules." Besides, this is an elite school. Why would I have to explain them to you?
My mind kicked in again. What if I disobey? This time it wasn't a thought, it was a question. I looked at her, and she gave me a sharp look.
"I can't answer that," she said.
I immediately understood that there was something off, something fishy. I recalled everything she had said and searched for any flaws in her words. Then I asked,
"Well, then, can I at least ask you about your speech? The talk you gave us—did you give it spontaneously or was it prepared? Was every word written by someone else?"
Instantly, her smile went from calm to full-blown laughter. She turned to the security cameras and said,
"I can't answer that question."
I looked at the cameras and understood: it wasn't that she couldn't answer; she was limited by the school. I saw that. I clenched my hand in frustration and asked something else.
"Well, then, can I ask something else?
" "Go ahead." "Anyway, I won't answer most of your questions," he replied, his tone mocking and sarcastic.
"At the very least, can we take his entire speech completely literally?" I asked.
His smile widened even further.
"Well, I guess you could take it however you want. If you want to take it literally, then go ahead," he said.
I nodded and said,
"So, if you said everything in this place can be purchased using points, can I buy the missing information? The information you're not telling us?"
A heavy silence fell over the room. His eyes widened, he put his hands in his pockets and said,
"Oh my… you're amazing, Hikigaya. Now I see why you ended up in this school. At the same time, I want to know why you're in this class. Why Class D?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"It's personal. But you want to buy the missing information, right?"
I nodded.
"Even if you gave me your 100,000 points, even that much wouldn't buy it. Don't even try." She took her hands out of her pockets. "If that's all, I must go. I admit you surprised me in many ways, Hikigaya. Let me give you some advice: take care of yourself."
She walked off toward the staff room. I stood there silently, feeling the pressure of her presence even though she'd already left. Shit, and I was expecting a normal student life… but here, completely cut off from the outside, it was impossible. I let out a sigh and left the classroom, heading toward a school convenience store.
As I walked through the hallways, shopping malls, and internal markets, I couldn't help but think: this school spares no expense. Everything was designed to look like the outside world, and it was impressive in every way. Still, I wouldn't indulge in idiotic spending.
I arrived at a convenience store. It was crowded, but one thing caught my eye: a basket of free items. Is it possible for anyone to actually spend 100,000 yen? No, no one is that stupid. Why are there free items here? More questions, fewer answers.
I headed to the savings area and found what I needed: the most basic and cheapest items, like a toothbrush, toothpaste, sponges, food, and cream. I also took a few things from the free basket, just in case.
As I did, someone noticed me.
"Oh, it's you," he said.
He had brown hair and empty eyes. Next to him was the girl with black hair and red eyes, beautiful and elegant. I sighed; I didn't want to start a conversation now.
"Oh, yes, it's me. Did you come to buy things?" I asked.
The girl simply replied,
"I came to buy things and ran into him."
I let everyone go their separate ways. I stood silently with the boy as he, too, selected basic and thrift items.
"Why did you choose thrift items?" he asked, looking at me. "Don't you realize we have over 100,000 yen?"
I nodded.
"You're doing the same. Besides, there's no guarantee we'll have another 100,000 next month."
The boy looked slightly surprised and looked at me cautiously.
"What do you mean?
I see… maybe he doesn't know, or doesn't want to say."
I began to think about everything that had just happened, and I realized that this… wouldn't be simple at all.
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