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“The flower had unexpectedly fallen to the ground at their feet. Rather than picking it up and loving it, they would rather trample it into the mud. Countless numbers had become slaves to that kind of perverse pleasure.”

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Book:Ai no Kusabi Vol. 1: Stranger
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