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Full Text Chapter 3 Part 2 | Contents | Chapter 3 Part 4 I didn’t actually feel the need to go, but I went to the toilet, anyway. Judging by the “open” sign on the knob, the door wasn’t locked. If so, where had Osanai-san gone? She couldn’t have possibly gotten lost in this narrow

Full Text Chapter 3 Part 1 | Contents | Chapter 3 Part 3 Kengo lived in a house on an old residential street. I’d been invited there two or three times while we were in elementary school. I was wondering if I would get lost on the way there, since it had been so long

Full Text Chapter 2 Part 4 | Contents | Chapter 3 Part 2 It was a Sunday when I spotted Osanai-san in town. Osanai-san and I did have a reciprocal relationship, but it did not extend to codependence, and we were definitely not inseparable lovebirds. We would hang out after class to eat a dessert,

Full Text Chapter 2 Part 3 | Contents | Chapter 3 Part 1 It is always better to nip a problem in the bud. On the day after I visited Osanai-san’s house, I had had every intention to put an end to the mystery. Unfortunately, Kengo had apparently gone to the Art Room alone once

Full Text Chapter 2 Part 2 | Contents | Chapter 2 Part 4 I took my leave from the Art Room. Immediately after I closed the door, Kengo spoke. “What do you think? It’s a strange story, right?” “You’re right. It would be fine if it were a copy or if it were computer-generated, but

Full Text Chapter 2 Part 1 | Contents | Chapter 2 Part 3 I don’t know what gave Osanai-san a bigger shock – that her bicycle had been stolen, or that her she’d missed the chance to eat the spring-exclusive strawberry tarts. Another bicycle could be bought, but the strawberry tarts were products exclusive to

Full Text Chapter 1 Part 3 | Contents | Chapter 2 Part 2 There is a kind of instance in which people feel that they’re having the best time of their lives. It is not one of the numerous peaks you can see if you look far enough down the scale of time, but it