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... as she looked up to the little boy with the torn puffy grey jacket that he had not taken off since his Russia adventure, making him look like a puffed baby chick with his baby-like face, as she hurriedly shot him with multiple questions in her foreign language that Yuuta had no inkling of what she was saying.
However, with her body language, to her phone and then to him, he understood that she was signaling to him if she could take a selfie with him.
With a resigned sigh, Yuuta ...
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