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As Takashi Toono closes his eyes for the last time, but he can't help but look back on the photography club that he remind in for 3 years despite him saying how much he hated it, maybe it was because they did such intimate things they were almost a family or at least a community you could be yourself in, no matter how "strange" you were or what your interests were/are, whether you were boring, hypersexaul even stalked someone, stole their underwear and sniffed it. Whatever it didn't matter. He'd built a home there.
Toono had been a teenager without regrets anything that happened in the school stayed there, days were spent being curious and explore things he hadn't even considered. He would reminisce on these absurd memories he had of his time there and how it all started when Toono had opened the photopraghy club door not expecting to be greeted by dildos which in turn would lead to the strangest and funniest years of his life. the day he left he'd reluctantly said his good bye to the school,dorm, club room and ugh dildos. when he looks back at his normal life and then remembers the high school he smiles.
He was glad it wasn't normal.
"At least I can say I lived."