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    She smiles back.


    ‘She wouldn’t mind if I read some of her stories, right?’


    ‘Huh. It’s dated. February 20th. She must’ve written this idea then.’


    She continues to read in her head.


    ‘“I still can’t believe I did that. Making chocolates for him. I mean what was I thinking? It’s not like someone like him would ever like someone like me. He’s so cute, so smart, and so popular. And I’m just… me.”’


    ‘Ooh a Valentine’s romance!’ She thinks as a cute smile.


    ‘“I should just quit liking him. It’s never gonna work. But I like him so much, I want to keep trying! But I couldn’t even give them to him! It just felt so awkward and I didn’t want to mess up their tradition.”’


    ‘This all seems… familiar?’ She thinks before continuing.


    ‘“Whatever. There’s no point in dwelling on it now. I’ll keep trying and hopefully one day he’ll like me too. Oh Ryuji, could someone like you ever like me? Shiori’s… Diary Log 92…”’


    ‘I’m going to be living with her!..’