-The Day it All Began-

"So," he asked as he swirled a red straw in his glass of soda. "What do you like to do for fun?"

I crunched down hard on an ice cube. "Nothing," I grunted.

"Surely there's something you like. A hobby, perhaps?"

I slammed my cup onto the wooden table, the ice clinked the walls of the plastic container. "Look, Fushiguro," I sighed. "I don't do people, okay? I don't do friends, and I most certainly don't do lunch with weirdly feminine guys that I've just met."

The story of a girl, who's whole life she's believed she'd been cursed.
Maybe she is... but maybe, he can break it.

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