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会議室の椅子、背もたれが冷たかった。そこに座らせたの、きみでしょ。

最初に伝線したのは、ひざじゃなくて内ももだった。爪を引っかけたわけでもないのに、白い線がすっと走って、そこから先は見ないふりができなくなった。裂けたところから白いのが覗いてるの、きみのほうがよく見えてたと思う。脱がしてくれなかったのは、わざと。

この続きの衣装、もう決めてあるんだ。今夜はまだ言わない。

The meeting-room chair was cold against my back. You're the one who sat me down there.

The first run wasn't at the knee — it was high on my inner thigh. No snag, nothing caught; just a white line running up, and after that I couldn't pretend not to see it. What showed through the tear, you probably saw better than I did. You didn't take them off me. On purpose.

I've already decided what I'm wearing next. I'm not telling you tonight.

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