Equal hours
" — ...And you need to learn, little one, that it's not the same time that you're going to say it or prove it." Written by Zuki-chan.
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- If I don't come back, I would like my ashes to be thrown in this field of sunflowers. Would you do this for me, Suzuki-san? — If you came back, would you marry me? — That's a pinky promise! It was summer when my sun went out, without you around, winter would never go away.
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