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Ni-ki looked at her for a while. His jacket wrapped around her frame, her, right there, suddenly too good to be true. "This is goodbye, then?"

     "I don't believe in goodbyes." Iya shrugged. "If we were in a movie, and they cut it when we kissed, the audience would never know we're saying goodbye. This is simply our happy ending."

     "Let's leave it at that, then." Ni-ki smiled a sad smile as Iya turned around to leave. She opened the door and he heard her footsteps descend down the stairs. He didn't call her back.

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