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... living room sofa with a stack of notes in hand.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Amy strode over. She leaned against the sofa’s armrest and thrust her face close to his with the sternness of a mother scolding a child.

"Why’d YOU come home first, Tsutomu!? Everyone else came back together!"

"The atmosphere around the Pedestal made it pretty clear the Guild would be awash in emotion. And, well… I’m not great with that sort of thing."

"…Okay. Understandab ...

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