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... ng, Natsume groggily climbed out of bed, feeling a little dazed.
His head throbbed, as if he had blacked out at some point.
But... did he even drink last night?
Natsume tried hard to recall what had happened.
If memory served, he hadn't prepared any alcohol.
But somehow, that little rascal Mew had fished out two bottles of red wine from who-knows-where and had poured glasses for both him and Mei without giving them a chance to refuse.
Something abo ...
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