She wouldn't have said it to Miharu if it was Miharu! You've got all the facts, so just pick one! Koyomi pressed her lips together nervously.
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Kosame's long, slender hand rose slowly, cool fingertips brushing her cheek and spreading a surprising warmth wherever they went.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd worn a dress.
About letting one of my three creepy sex-crazed stalkers win? Maybe Hayate had been right; now that she wasn't acting like a sex-crazed maniac, Kosame seemed almost shy.
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