Regrets

There was no sound behind the door, but Quilly knew he hadn't gone far, she slowed down and took out the speed of an old lady walking down the steps, still half a day without waiting for a reply, inevitably a little regret.

But with Quilly, she'd always had some anachronistic desire to win.

He was like a cat that wanted to show its claws but was actually jerked off, and was about to "dab" back into the "alley" behind him when Quilly hooked his index finger, pulled the strap of Zachary's bag, and slid a piece of paper into his pocket. Zachary's pocket.

Zachary smiled with an indistinguishable expression, "It's just that people are complicated, and cause and effect entwine and weave, pulling up a thread and lifting a web, and it's just a matter of cutting and not cleaning up the mess."

He's gotten a lot of "little notes" from his classmates, usually because he's mad at Quilly, so he ignores her and doesn't allow her to talk - Zachary gets mad, but Stark, wh

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