After dinner, she even brought over a plate of pitch-black pastries, claiming she had made those chestnut pastries with her own hands for the very first time, and invited me to be the first to taste them because we were good friends!
Just on account of those words of hers, pitch-black as they were, I bit the bullet and took a bite. She looked at me full of expectation and asked if they tasted good. I squeezed out a happy smile and declared that they were delicious.
In my heart, however, I thought: To be honest, you're just holding a grudge because I dragged you running around wildly the other day and we ran into a guciao, almost losing our lives, and you're just waiting here to murder me, aren't you?
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