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Yuna was still holding her blue bag as she stood in the living room.
Her eyes dropped to it for a moment.
Then, she set it down gently on the floor near the wall.
And said nothing more about it.
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I opened the small closet in the corner of the room and took out a wooden folding table.
It was a 1,500-yen purchase from a discount store.
The surface was slightly scratched, but still perfectly flat.
I set it up in the middle of the room.
Clack.
Yuna immediately knelt neatly on the floor in front of it.
Her movements were quick.
As if her body instinctively knew it was study time.
She opened her bag.
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Textbooks came out one by one.
A notebook.
A pencil case.
A cat-shaped eraser.
A plastic ruler.
She set them all on the table.
Then she began to arrange them.
First pencil.
Second pencil.
Third pencil.
She lined the three of them up side by side.
Their tips were perfectly aligned.
Flawless.
The eraser went on the right.
The ruler just above it.
