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Matsuda spilled coffee on my keyboard. [ Ryuka nuzzled her cheek against Light's. ] And while cleaning it up he touched my plate of food. I couldn't eat it ... nor could I outwardly get irritated. And now he's persistently apologizing to me.
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( * swaying briefly, leaning from the weight beared onto her. she sighs, subsequently closing her diary. ) we can talk a little, then. tell me about it.