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She didn’t look back.

—End.

Rikako nodded slowly. She didn’t cry. Kazumi had seen her cry only once—when their old bass amp finally died, smoking like a small god in the corner of their practice room. Rikako had placed her hand on its torn grille cloth and said, “Goodbye, old friend.” kazumi and rikako