[That — that does make sense. He should probably have figured it out before, he knows. It's obvious. But—]
[He pulls the book out of his bag and looks through it again. He didn't have to to remember the titles, but he wants to look at this poem specifically to be sure.]
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[This emotion, it's complicated. A sinking of his stomach, half from guilt over looking at something that isn't his, half from fear and worry over her. If Sayori wrote this, something's wrong.]
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[That — that does make sense. He should probably have figured it out before, he knows. It's obvious. But—]
[He pulls the book out of his bag and looks through it again. He didn't have to to remember the titles, but he wants to look at this poem specifically to be sure.]
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[This emotion, it's complicated. A sinking of his stomach, half from guilt over looking at something that isn't his, half from fear and worry over her. If Sayori wrote this, something's wrong.]
[But he knew that already, anyway. Didn't he.]
yeah
i guess you mustve
do you want me to give it back?