It has to be a dream. Nothing else makes sense. One minute I was at home and then the next, I...
[ She trails off, the words already going dry and sour in her mouth. Without even seeming to be aware of what she's doing, Yuuri pushes the sleeve of her cardigan up and starts rubbing at the spot on her arm where the PIP used to sit. ]
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[ She trails off, the words already going dry and sour in her mouth. Without even seeming to be aware of what she's doing, Yuuri pushes the sleeve of her cardigan up and starts rubbing at the spot on her arm where the PIP used to sit. ]
Where are we, Junpei?