“This bottle is my besht friend! Shorry, shecond-bestest!” ((NAGISA-))
♏Ƨ — ᵃᶰᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᶠᶦᶰᵃᶫᶫʸ ᵇᶫᵒˢˢᵒᵐᵉᵈ
‘ you too . . . ? “
She almost whimpered out. Now more then ever had she wished she told these two about her past—but what hadn’t been done, hadn’t been done. . . And there was no reason to fret over it.
‘ Nagisa-chan . . . give me the bottle “ The level of tolerance she had was down to zero. Done. She would get Nagisa to bed then flee to Kazamino for a few days. She needed to get away from the alcohol before she began to get violently angry at everyone.






