Giorno’s hand moved to gently brush her hair stuck to her cheek away. “I’m sure if the tables were turned I’d be reacting the same way. When you fell through the floorboards after that fire in the cafeteria I was upset for the rest of the day.” Even if she hadn’t fallen far and suffered no more than a sprained ankle.
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Date: 2025-01-05 06:41 am (UTC)