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An Extract Piece of the Story, "I came"

She smiled like a little kid who just played a prank.


I rolled my body to reach out to the box of tissue papers, but I failed.

"You don't freak out?"

"Why would I?"

I was still looking at the tissue box and tried for the second time.
I grabbed some and looked at her.

She was no longer smiling but looked confused.

"Most of the guys would freak out when I do this.
Or, they would become uncomfortable."

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