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I'm sad we never got to see Mugi's bedroom and her getting ready for the day one morning, narrating her skin care regime and doing her thousand stomach crunches so she has the core body strength to run with her Korg.
>There is an idea of a Kotobuki Tsumugi. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me. Only an entity. Something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can drink my tea, and enjoy the cakes I provide for you, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.