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Thursday morning, the second week of May.
As I walked to school from the station, I mentally reviewed my high school life so far.
“For now… I think it’s going… pretty well.”
—In the past, I was someone often called a “nice guy” by those around me.
I couldn’t deny that I deliberately acted the part.
Not because I wanted to be seen as a nice guy, though. Back then, I was just naively idealistic, a little dumber than average, and utterly repulsed by the idea of calculating personal gains in relationships.… Read more