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... a cell phone on the nightstand buzzed insistently.
Fujino, pulled abruptly from sleep, sat bolt upright. He stared blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings, his mind still foggy.
"Dark streets, red neon lights... another dream?"
It wasn't the first time he'd relived the damned truck-kun incident. Every night, the image of that speeding truck flashed through his mind... a constant, painful reminder that he had died once already. It tormented him, like phant ...
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