“Promise me, Massu…” Tegoshi began. “When I turn 15… we’ll see each other again? And when I turn 20, we’ll be together?” The younger boy held out a pinky, ready to make the promise. Massu laughed. “That’s ten years, Tegoshi.” The five-years-old still held his pinky out, his face now serious. He raised it a little more. The older boy looked into
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I thought that, too! XDD I can only imagine.
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Thanks for reading!
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