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When A Mu broke up with me, he never looked me in the eye.
"I think you are like a ghost." A Mu's eyes drooped, and he slapped the beautiful double sheets hanging on the clothes rack that we had just worked with.
It was a Sunday morning and it happened on the roof of the top floor of our apartment.
The early autumn sunshine, as if nothing had happened, flowed on the white double-layer sheets that had been washed a little yellow.
The sheets are as white as a very comfortable expression, fluttering in the wind.
"eh?" I giggled without a hunch. "What are you talking about? 」
A Mu cocked his head slightly, temporarily closed his eyes, like sand blowing into his eyes.
"Every time I go, I feel that your eyes are branded behind my back ..."
I giggled. "Well and good! My eyes are everywhere, you dare not expect anything! 」
"She ..." A Mu opened her eyes and sighed, but still didn't look at my face. "I'm telling you seriously!" That's a bit harsh, like teaching a child's voice.
I looked at A Mu's throat, which swallowed saliva violently and blinked blankly.
"The way you love is too hysterical. I ... "
"What are you trying to say? 」
"I think ... it's my fault ... I'm immature? But I just want to be free.
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