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Kиρигαя 紗都子
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Loving this (this is the most thought I can give rn 😭 iykyk I guess 😂
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Kиρигαя 紗都子
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“But he realized that he was now slowly admitting one idea that he had never dared entertain before.”
This book has me in a chokehold not going to lie 😩
— 6 hours, 54 min ago
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This book has me in a chokehold not going to lie 😩
Kиρигαя 紗都子
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"Oh, Kiyo, when I'm very happy, my words come tumbling out like the doves they release at a launching, flying up through a burst of confetti. Kiyo, you'll understand soon enough."
— 7 hours, 50 min ago
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Shinpei
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“What he was experiencing now was genuine emotion. When he compared this to the various sentiments of love that had once occupied his imagination, he knew that this was something crude and blunt, violent and sinister, an emotion that was altogether far removed from elegance.
It was hardly the stuff that poems are made of. For the first time in his life, he accepted raw ugliness as indeed being part of him.”
— 23 hours, 59 min ago
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It was hardly the stuff that poems are made of. For the first time in his life, he accepted raw ugliness as indeed being part of him.”
Shinpei
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Like pure water spurting from a cleft in a rock, words came out of this young man's mouth as the most natural and spontaneous he would ever utter: "However that may be, Satoko is mine."
— Oct 23, 2026 09:32PM
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Shinpei
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“When he had stood watching Kiyoaki take
Satoko by the hand and run down through the shadows of the moonlit garden to the beach, he had felt that he too was sinning by helping them.
But if it was sin, it was also indescribably beautiful; a recurrent image of loveliness running away from him and disappearing.”
— Oct 22, 2026 11:46PM
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Satoko by the hand and run down through the shadows of the moonlit garden to the beach, he had felt that he too was sinning by helping them.
But if it was sin, it was also indescribably beautiful; a recurrent image of loveliness running away from him and disappearing.”













