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Rough TranslationFirst PageLumine: Flins’ touch… it’s hot like fire, but soft like delicate feathers.Flins: You like it here? You seem very sensitive today.Second pageFlins: So you like it here, huh?Flins (thought) : Even if it all started from Lumine’s loneliness…

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