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    It was nearly three in the morning, and Juri couldn’t sleep, couldn’t tell whether she was sick with worry or just nauseous from staying up too long. She would, on any other night, have gone out and sat at the fountain, but she didn’t especially want to see Shiori kissing Ruka tonight.

    It wasn’t that she was under any illusions that Shiori was a good person. She just... wasn’t strong enough to stop loving her anyway. In elementary school it had been cute, and in middle school it had been funny, and if Shiori was mean now that they were sixteen and it wasn’t cute anymore, if she was pushy and a gossip and lied for fun, then it had started as a way to make Juri smile back when they were ten and eleven and twelve.

    And loving Shiori from a distance was a comfortable sort of ache, like an old scar that hurt when it rained. It was familiar. Juri knew how to do it.

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    Juri, and memory.

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