F a k e .

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♚ ⊱—               ❝    And why would you not trust your own copy….

                                              ...Why, I was correct. It seems you are nothing but a sham.

                                                                    I am not this " Taeko " you speak of.

                                                                                                   I am Celestia.                                                            Celestia Ludenberg.

                                  Il serait français avec Mme Lefebvre, ai-je raison? '

     It'd be a lie if Celes denied her scrutinisation of the photographer; many a time she has gathered information about the male from quick flits of the eye to the back rows of Madame's classroom. Her peripheral vision's glances weren't the best agents in aiding her, but they were better than nothing. It'd be difficult to decipher Togami with no basic information up her sleeves.

                                        Then again,

     the fact that she had   * noticed *   him in the first place

                         was meant to be a secret,

          and secrets are kept through dishonesty.

                                                                                     ' ...You look like a French boy, born and bred.

                                                             Would I be wrong in this assumption? '

     Touch was familiar to her body. How she was raised allowed her to accept every caress and lascivious glide of sticky palms over plains of handpainted skin. Her china wouldn't crack from such gentle hands. She molds herself to his hands, silently obeying his request.    

                                                                               {   For now, she'd reciprocate his demands,

                                                                                    but    if    she    played    the    cards    right

                                I am hesitant in believing your claim,

アンチビート (Anti-beat) - Kanseru

                                                                             Tell me, do you have a problem with your hearing?

                                               Do I need to speak  louder  for you?

                                I am genuinely, legitimately concerned, Enoshima-san.

...And on top of that you have not tasted your tea.

                                                There is a reason I have brought you here,

                            and we are both not types to have our time so foolishly wasted.

                                                                                                          What makes you believe

                                              felt the pressure ; seen the breaks                                               let the fortune teller take it all, all ;

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