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[She had manners, she was a civilized person, but she preferred to set them aside for a while to judge and theorize about every visible part of that man. It was then that she came to a comical conclusion: he looked a lot like the head of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi.]
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女 : 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔
[ An indisputable fact, yet despite what she may expect, he simply shared the tea, the moment, and the scenery over the bridge without a word. ]
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[ Kindness and altruism had a price, that was the oldest and best-known rule, even among the filthy cockroaches of the underworld. She licked her lips after a large gulp of tea and raised an eyebrow, wondering what information or questions he wanted to know. ]
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‘Professor Coffee’
女 : 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔
[ Only in reply did she see a benevolent smile. The herbal tea was of an exceptional taste, that much was guaranteed with taste if the aroma wasn’t indicative enough of so. ]
‘Professor Coffee’
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(She tosses the cigarette butt away from her purplish lips and picks up the teacup with her bandaged hands. She drank in silence, looking into the young man's eyes as if waiting to discover whether the tea tasted of medicinal cure or lethal poison.)
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女 : 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔
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[ Offering a warm cup of fresh tea. ]
