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The sun is almost down when Hakkai, in an effort to really listen to and hear Mitsuya, slowly props his head up with his knee. Heโs sitting on a bench on some precipice, one of the usual quiet evenings after Mitsuya's tiresome fits and fancies.ย Mitsuya himself didn't keep up with what he was saying...
