As I was walking, an unknown woman called out to me. It was Yuri, a classmate I hadn't seen in 20 years. I half-forcibly invited Yuri, who had now grown into a wonderful adult woman, to my house, while still retaining her former neat aura. We were reminiscing about the past and talking about nostalgic stories, but I couldn't stand Yuri's strangely close sense of distance and the way she kept showing me glimpses of her cleavage...
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