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rina shinonome && any atabook ext

There is less and less green in her green eyes, and her black pupils are getting larger and blacker;
And her skin is already whiter than snow. In full view of everyone, you work for a paycheck, but why? After all, the sugar of love has long since dissolved in a black cup of green tea.
Instead of a prince, a golden syringe, from the shores of despair her boat will sail away to nowhere.
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