Sometimes, remembering, I wonder whether I ever truly believed him. Had I looked at him and thought: Yes, this is Sakurazuka Seishirou, my friend, someone I care fore, someone who cares for me? I try to remember and I can’t. It’s as if the boy who came to Sakurazuka clinic to play with dogs died long ago - or, probably, never existed at all, a
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