Chapter 1

Volume One

Chapter One: The Suicidal Girl

It was a cloudless day, and the sky was clear as crystal. If I could choose my own death day, I would probably pick a day like this.

On a certain day in April, I was lurking on the platform of a station, sitting on a bench towards the back, facing the oncoming train, yawning and playing with my phone.

This station was located about an hour west from Shinjuku Station, and although it was within the city, it was quite remote. There was only one island platform sandwiched between the tracks for up and down trains, and there was only one ticket gate. You had to press a button to open the train doors when boarding or alighting, and express trains did not stop here.

Even with such a small station, during the rush hour, it was still crowded with office workers and students waiting for trains to the city center. A group of middle school students in front of me was making a racket, irritating me. Next to them, a bunch of heavily made-up high school girls were chatting loudly, their voices echoing in my ears. And there was a high school couple showing off their teenage love, a youthful display.

I looked down and shifted my gaze away from them, then let out a soft sigh.

They were walking smoothly along the well-arranged tracks of life, looking so dazzling. And by that, I don't mean their youth was radiant and splendid. It's more accurate to say that I was envious of them, envious to the point of not being able to look directly at them.

Because the "me in high school" and "them in front of me" were worlds apart.

Back in my high school days, I lived a very miserable life. I had no lover, not even anyone I could call a friend. It's not that I wanted to be an outcast; I just couldn't connect with anyone.

If it were just a matter of feeling insecure during my teenage years, maybe there would be hope. But unfortunately, I felt just as out of place when looking at office workers, making me feel ashamed of myself.

A nearby salaryman had a neat and tidy short haircut, wearing a navy blue suit, giving off an air of a respectable member of society.

In contrast, what did I look like? I had a messy, unkempt hairstyle, wore a wrinkled black shirt, jeans worn so much that the knees had turned white, and a pair of shabby black sneakers I bought during high school. After graduating from high school, I neither continued my studies nor got a job.

At the age of nearly twenty, I had completely derailed from the tracks of life.

"What should I do in order to live that kind of life?"

This question had plagued me since my student days. However, no matter how much I racked my brain, I arrived at the same conclusion--

"From the beginning, it was destined that I could never live that kind of life."

It's not because of making the wrong choices, but my life had been derailed since birth. This idea of having a happy ending by making all the right choices only happens in games. Some lives have only bad endings regardless of the choices made, or there are no choices at all.

I drew the short straw for this kind of life.

There's no way I could ever live the lives of these students and office workers before me. Besides, it's too late now to start worrying about such things.

So, no matter how many times I try again, I still can't find a way to prevent her suicide.

I saw that girl walking towards a place away from the crowd.

--How can I make her give up on suicide?

I pondered as I kept my eyes on the girl walking on the platform.

I knew why she was heading to that place.

She was standing at the front of the platform where the train was coming from. It was the most suitable place for jumping in front of the train, but I doubt anyone would predict that "she would jump onto the tracks."

However, I knew that the girl within my line of sight was there to commit suicide.

Her name was Tsukimi Ichinose.

She was determined to seek death, and I always stopped her from committing suicide.

As a third-year middle school student, she had long, glossy black hair that reached her back, and she was taller than other girls her age. However, she had a slender physique and delicate, translucent skin that looked as if it could break easily. Her facial features seemed mature at first glance, but there were still remnants of childishness in every aspect. In terms of appearance, she was the typical beauty, so it wasn't surprising that she was the popular girl in her class.

"She seems completely unrelated to suicide."

However, this seemingly unconnected girl is going to commit suicide today in this place, and I have been here early to prevent her.

Tsukimi always wears casual clothes; I have never seen her in a school uniform. She wears a white open-collared shirt with a camisole underneath and a light pink long skirt on her lower body. She seems to like this outfit as she often wears something similar every time she attempts suicide, making it easy for me to find her.

As I monitored Tsukimi, a broadcast announced that an express train would soon pass through.

It was 7:15 a.m.

She was going to jump in front of the oncoming train, and I had to act now. As the train's approach was announced on the departure board, I stood up from the bench.

I cautiously approached Tsukimi from behind while she was focused on the incoming train, seemingly unaware of my presence.

Except for me and Tsukimi, there was no change in the people on the platform. Maybe no one else paid close attention to the previous announcement. The sound of the approaching train grew louder.

She began to walk towards the rail tracks, and I followed closely behind her. I had only one chance, and failure was not an option! I quickened my pace, closing the distance between us.

The train was about to arrive, and Tsukimi stepped over the yellow line. The loud whistle sounded, and I instinctively wanted to cover my ears. The noisy conversations on the platform stopped for a moment due to the train's horn, as if time stood still, leaving only the train in motion. The train roared and quickly passed in front of us. The wind pressure caused Tsukimi's jet-black hair to flutter in the air. The train passed the platform in an instant, and the rumbling sound gradually faded away.

Tsukimi slowly turned her head, her gaze following the hand that held her arm, looking at my face. After seeing my face, she seemed quite displeased.

As the deafening sound gradually faded away, as if time was turning once again, the platform resumed its chatter. The voices of high school students filled the air with excitement, exclaiming, "That scared me to death!" and "You're such a scaredy-cat!" The girls from the senior high school asked eagerly, "What was that? A suicide?"

I ignored the voices and gazes of the people around us and scoffed, "That was a close call." Then, Tsukimi, still held by me, spoke up, "I almost got what I wanted."

She said in a slightly sulky tone, or rather, she was genuinely being sulky. Her bright, big eyes lacked any trace of determination, and looking up with a pleading gaze only made it less effective. Her wide, innocent eyes lacked any sense of courage, and looking up at me seemed to have the opposite effect.

"You should consider giving up on suicide," I said. She had a mature appearance but was acting like a sulking child. Her expression seemed to convey that she was tired of hearing the same words. Perhaps even someone better at communication than me would find it challenging to persuade her. This was already her twelfth attempt at suicide.

Over the past four months, she had attempted suicide twelve times, and I had thwarted each attempt. However, she remained determined, making it difficult for me. "This is the twelfth time I've saved you. You should know that no matter how many times you try, you will be rescued," I told her.

"It's not saving me; it's preventing me," she retorted, looking away. "I told you there's no need to save me."

It was the same every time. I rushed to save her, but she only saw it as an interference with her suicide. Of course, I was well aware of this, and every time, I received nothing but ingratitude.

"Even if you interfere many times, it's pointless," Tsukimi said, firmly shaking off my hand and walking away.

"Hey, wait!" I caught up with her, trying to convince her, but she didn't stop. I had planned to grab her hand again to stop her, but her delicate hand looked like it would break if I pulled it too hard. I withdrew my outstretched hand in mid-air and continued my futile attempts to persuade her as before.

"I will keep interfering with you until you give up on suicide," I said.

"So, you mean you'll interfere with me forever..."

"That's right. Unless you give up, nothing is off the table."

After responding to her exasperated reply with a smile, the tension didn't ease.

"Well, that's not necessarily true. Weren't you just a step late in interfering today?"

"I wasn't almost too late to save you. I've been keeping an eye on you since before the train arrived."

Normally, I would talk to Tsukimi when I spotted her, but this time, I deliberately waited until the last moment to speak to her. I had hoped that seeing the train pass in front of her might change her mind, but things didn't go as planned. Besides, even if I could track her actions precisely, I didn't want to go through such a terrifying experience again.

"Since you've been observing me from the sidelines, why didn't you come to talk to me earlier?" she asked.

"You wouldn't happen to... be waiting for me, would you?" I half-jokingly replied, and Ichinose immediately averted her gaze. I expected her to respond with a denial like "Of course not," so I was somewhat surprised. Could it be that she found denying it would be foolish?

"By the way, why would you know what actions I might take?" she asked, changing the topic with an unhappy expression.

She had asked me the same question a few times before. She didn't attempt suicide at fixed times or places.

Today, she planned to do it at a different time from usual. From her perspective, she must have wondered how I always knew when she was attempting suicide.

"This question again. Alright... I suppose it's about time I tell you the truth." When I placed my hand on my chin and looked at her seriously, she suddenly stopped and looked at me.

Maybe because I often responded to her with remarks like, "I'll tell you if you give up on suicide," and never seriously told her anything, she didn't expect this answer from me.

"That's because..." I teased, and she looked at me curiously as if asking, "Because?" It was quite rare for Tsukimi, who usually maintained a cold demeanor, to play along. I sensed determination in her round eyes, but my response remained the same.

"Well, I'll tell you after you give up on suicide."

At the moment I finished that sentence, the determination I sensed in her eyes vanished without a trace. She disdainfully said, "Forget it, goodbye," and quickened her pace, as if escaping again. At least think about it for a moment! I sighed and followed after her.

"Just tell me you'll give up on suicide, and I'll tell you!" I continued to persuade her, but she only accelerated and didn't respond. I closely followed to keep up with her, while pulling out a silver pocket watch from my pocket to check the time.

"By the way, have you found the place you want to go to?" I asked her back, but she replied, "How could I find it?"

"Didn't you promise me that you'd think about where you want to go next time we meet?"

"I never promised you that. A dying person like me wouldn't have anywhere they want to go."

"Sigh... There must be some place. Somewhere you'd like to see before the end."

Her nonchalant attitude left me dumbfounded, and she turned the tables on me, asking, "What would you do if there was a place I wanted to go to?"

"I'd simply take you there and let you have fun," I replied. I had suggested this idea before, thinking it might help change her mood, but she had never responded to me.

However, Ichinose looked back at me and said with a smile and a sense of triumph, "Then I want to go to hell, take me there!"

With that mischievous and innocent expression, she appeared just like any other carefree young girl her age. But I was taken aback by her unexpected response and remained speechless. She complained, "I already told you where I want to go, the least you can do is say something." Then she returned to her usual sullen expression.

It's despicable how she occasionally reveals such innocent expressions. Despite my repeated efforts to stop her from committing suicide, she never takes my actions seriously and remains determined to end her life, making me question if what I'm doing is even meaningful. However, seeing her pure and lovely expression still gives me a glimmer of hope, hoping that one day she'll give up on suicide.

"Do you want me to become a murderer?"

"Since I can't go to hell, I'm going home."

Her indifferent and sulking behavior was indeed childish.

But I absolutely cannot let her leave on her own. If I left her alone she might commit suicide immediately after leaving, I won't be able to handle it..

So, after preventing her suicide, I must take her somewhere to play.

"You have to stay with me for another two hours."

"I don't understand what you mean."

It's no wonder she was puzzled, but telling her the truth would only confuse her even more. So I decided to ignore her question and continued, "Anyway, you don't want to go home, do you?"

Seemingly caught off guard, Tsukimi lowered her head and fell silent.

From her past actions, I could tell that she didn't want to go home.

When I first encountered Tsukimi, she was very guarded and didn't listen to a word I said. I kept following her and saw her sitting on a swing in the park, gazing at the river or killing time until dusk. It seemed like she had no intention of going home and had nothing to do, sometimes counting the change in front of vending machines. I couldn't bear to see her drinking water from the park's faucet, so I took the opportunity to offer her a canned juice and struck up a conversation, eventually bringing her to a family restaurant, thus fulfilling the condition of taking her somewhere to play after stopping her suicide.

However, every time I prevented her suicide, her mood was always low, and I had to spend time persuading her.

"What do you want to do today?"

"...I just said there's nowhere I want to go."

Though still exuding a disgusted attitude, this response was giving me face. From my past interactions with her, I already understood that with her personality, if she really didn't want to go, she would firmly refuse or simply ignore me without responding.

She had never honestly walked with me before, but since walking with me meant never worrying about food and drink, at least she didn't show any genuine signs of aversion.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"No..."

"Then, want to grab something to eat?"

Knowing that persuasion by words alone probably wouldn't work, I gently held her hand while she kept her head down, avoiding hurting her. She was a bit surprised, pondering whether to let go of my hand but didn't show any signs of disgust. Her slender hand was even softer and warmer than mine. I wondered how these hands would look now if I hadn't prevented her suicide.

"Alright, let's go."

I said so and gently tugged at her hand. She nodded lightly and followed behind me.

I always prevented her from committing suicide.

However, no matter how many times I interfered, Tsukimi still wouldn't give up.

Within a few weeks or even days, she would decide to seek death again.

And I decided to keep interfering with her until she gave up on suicide.

But there was one problem: I had very little life left.

I wasn't suffering from an incurable disease.

It was just that I exchanged my own lifespan for a watch.

"Mr. Aiba Jun, can you give me your lifespan?"

On December 25th, two years ago, on the last Christmas of high school life, a stranger asked me if I could give her my lifespan.

Despite the cold weather that day, I still ran to a certain bridge to admire the scenery. The bridge spanned the river, connecting two towns, but there were few pedestrians and rare passing cars. As a result, I could hear the gentle flow of the water clearly, not missing the sound of fish jumping out of the water or bird calls.

I enjoyed solitude, but it didn't mean I desired to be lonely. It was just that I couldn't bring myself to like the people around me, leading to my current loneliness.

It seems like my classmates and the people on the streets are all bubbling with happiness. What they consider as happiness, I see as mere trivialities; what troubles me greatly, they barely notice.

My values differ from the universal norms.

I can't stand the friction caused by these differences, so I embrace loneliness. While it makes me feel isolated, being amidst a crowd only amplifies my misery. Thus, I keep my distance from people and create time for solitude, which has become an essential part of my life.

This bridge is one of the few places I find solace. I used to come here often during my high school days.

Some may think it's lonely to spend Christmas alone on a bridge, but it's simply the way it is. I don't want to be in the crowded city during Christmas, nor do I want to spend it at home. On such days, I prefer being in this place that belongs to me.

On that day, I stayed on the bridge from afternoon until dusk, with only a few cars passing by. There was no sign of any person, and the surroundings gradually darkened, adding a chill to the air.

The streetlights on the bridge lit up with orange hues, and looking down from the railing, I couldn't see the ground. It was pitch black, and without hearing the flowing water, one might not even realize that there was a river beneath, making it feel bottomless.

I gazed around on the bridge, finding no one in sight. Only the dimly lit streetlights were arranged at regular intervals. I liked this comfortable space, where it felt like the whole world had disappeared, leaving only me behind.

However, my thoughts were interrupted by the approaching car headlights in the distance, pulling me back to reality. I looked up at the winter night sky, devoid of stars, and let out a heavy sigh.

It was at that moment the unfamiliar woman approached me:

"Mr. Aiba Jun, can you give me your lifespan?"

The woman was dressed in all black, giving off a chilling aura. Tall and thin, she had beautiful silver hair that seemed ethereal, but the eerie smile on her face wiped away any semblance of beauty.

I felt a mix of fear and confusion when this person, who seemed to be confused about Christmas and Halloween, started talking to me. I tried to calm myself and sort out my thoughts, wondering, "Is this woman trying to mock me? Or is she simply out of her mind? Either way, she can't be a normal person!" I attempted to regain my composure.

But to my surprise, she called my name, and the emotions that were about to subside surged once again.

I compared her to people I had met in the past but couldn't find any matching person. Therefore, I suspected that someone deliberately set up this situation to prank me. However, I had no friends, lovers, or even acquaintances, so I couldn't think of anyone who would do such a thing. Who could possibly enjoy scaring me in this bizarre way?

"Even if you think it over, it's just a waste of time. We've never met before," the woman sneered, seemingly reading my mind.

Although her mocking attitude annoyed me, I still asked her why she knew my name. More accurately, I asked, "Where did you hear my name?"

However, her response caught me off guard.

"Not only your name, I know everything about you," she said, chuckling. "Simply put, I can read people's minds."

I couldn't help but exclaim, "What?" Her words seemed like a bunch of nonsense.

"Ahaha, don't make that face," she said. "People usually react that way."

"Of course, no one would believe such a thing."

"I understand why you're skeptical..."

I continued to stare at this woman's unsettling face, her mouth upturned into an eerie smile. She didn't seem fazed by my fierce gaze, taking it as a response. Then she asked, "So, what do you think about this?"

She began telling a story about a boy's growth, describing how a dreamy child gradually understood the cruelty of reality, leading to jealousy and loneliness. As I listened, I tightly gripped my trembling hands.

I immediately realized that the story was about my own life.

The woman's account was an exact match with my life, even revealing some hidden details. Hearing about my past from someone else made me once again realize how meaningless my life had been. I wanted to cover my ears, but doing so would only make me feel even more miserable. The pain was like accidentally touching a scabbed wound, lingering endlessly.

"Your face looks pale, are you okay?"

When I came to my senses, I was met with the eerie face of the woman, peering at my complexion. Unintentionally, I took a few steps back.

"Who are you really..." I asked in confusion. Then, after a few seconds of contemplation, she introduced herself:

"Well, let's just say I am the Grim Reaper."

The Grim Reaper? I thought it was a childish prank, but her appearance did have a certain resemblance to the Grim Reaper's image.

Her looks were not bad, but her thin and frail figure, coupled with the long silver hair and unnaturally pale skin, made me concerned about her poor blood circulation. Add to that her all-black clothing, and she embodied the image of the Grim Reaper quite well.

Smiling as if emphasizing her ability to read minds, she said, "It suits the image of the Grim Reaper, doesn't it?" I had no strength to refute her, considering how well she hit the nail on the head.

As the intensity in my gaze weakened, the grim reaper gave a particularly eerie smile.

"Mr. Aiba, I approached you out of the desire to lend you a helping hand," she said.

"A helping hand? Weren't you hoping for me to give you my lifespan?"

The Grim Reaper continued to smile, undeterred by my hostile gaze, and then said, "Mr. Aiba, don't be so guarded! I wanted to lend you a helping hand. I am your companion, the only one who truly understands you. There is no one else in this world who would worry about your absurd life."

Her face carried a smirk, stretching up to her temples, and she extended her pale hand to touch my cheek, causing goosebumps all over my body. Involuntarily, I swatted away the Grim Reaper's hand.

"Besides, you also desire it, don't you?"

"What are you saying?" I retorted, to which the Grim Reaper smiled confidently:

"You want to die, don't you?"

Her eerie smile filled me with dread, and a gripping pain surged in my chest, nearly engulfing me. Her statement had hit the nail on the head once again.

I do want to end this utterly meaningless life.

Even when I recalled my childhood memories, there were few joyful moments, and most were memories I'd rather forget. Yet, I endured every day, believing that someday, I would be rewarded. However, things only went from bad to worse.

Thus, during the summer of my first year in high school, something happened that made me consider suicide.

Every time I went to the bridge and looked down, there was always a voice telling me, "Just jump." However, I lacked the courage to take that final step. Two years passed like this, and my high school life is coming to an end. I don't want to go to college or continue studying, nor do I want to work. It's obvious that I'll only become more miserable when spring comes. That's why I thought of ending my life by jumping off the bridge before the new year, to have a swift end.

As long as my legs have the will to move, there's no way I'll let this woman who claims to be the grim reaper come and talk to me..

"You've been feeling very miserable, haven't you?"

The Grim Reaper, with her gaunt face, smiled, but I couldn't sense any sympathy.

"Please allow me to help you find relief sooner."

"Relief?"

"Yes, I hope you'll give me your lifespan."

She added, "Of course, I won't take it for free," and then took out a pocket watch from her sleeve.

"This is called the 'Time-Eating Silver Watch.'"

It was a silver pocket watch with a chain, similar in appearance to an ordinary one, but with a creature resembling a dragon engraved on the lid.

"This Time-Eating Silver Watch is no ordinary timepiece."

The Grim Reaper continued, "This watch..."

"Can turn back time."

That's what she said.

"Can turn back time?"

I thought I misheard and asked again, and the Grim Reaper replied, "That's right, literally."

Then she handed the watch to me and began explaining its usage.

Here's a summary of the explanation:

⊙Only the owner who pays with their lifespan can use the Time-Eating Silver Watch.

⊙To use it, pick up the watch and think strongly about the time you wish to return to.

⊙You can go back a maximum of 24 hours.

⊙After turning back time once, you must wait 36 hours before using it again.

⊙Only the watch's owner can retain memories from before the time reversal.

⊙If someone touches the owner's skin while time is being reversed, that person will also retain their memories.

In short, it's not a tool for turning back time at will; there are specific rules to follow.

"Do you want to trade your life three years from now for this Time-Eating Silver Watch?"

The Grim Reaper asked, then immediately added as if recalling something, "To be precise, you're trading three years of life starting from tomorrow, so you can only use it to turn back time tomorrow."

You can only live for three years in exchange for a pocket watch that can turn back time.

Although it seemed unbelievable, considering she accurately described my life, I found it not so surprising. Although the watch could turn back time, after using it once, I would have to wait 36 hours before using it again. In other words, even if I turned back time by 24 hours immediately, 12 hours would still elapse. It was impossible to prolong my life by continuously turning back time.

Despite understanding this, I decided to accept the deal.

Why did I, who had once been afraid of suicide, so easily agree to this transaction? There was no noteworthy reason. Perhaps it was the desire to die more easily than jumping off the bridge or impulsively accepting the offer while immersed in melancholy and cynicism. Or maybe I wanted to test whether the Grim Reaper's words were true or false. Regardless, it was as if one book after another had been stacked on top of each other and, even with the slightest tilt, they all collapsed. Various accumulated factors made me lose my balance.

"Thank you. Let's get started now."

The Grim Reaper placed her bony hand on my chest. My body temperature had already dropped due to the cold weather, but I could still distinctly feel the icy touch of her hand through my clothes.

"From now on, the watch is yours."

I took the Time-Eating Silver Watch from the Grim Reaper's uncomfortable-looking hand. The watch was cold and heavier than it looked. The ticking sound of the seconds' hand was quite loud, and I could still hear it even after closing the lid.

"You will die at midnight on December 26th, three years from now."

The Grim Reaper lowered her head slightly and smiled. "Please enjoy the remaining three years of your life."

Upon hearing these words, all I felt was that three years seemed so long.

In any case, I would eventually die, so it was better to die sooner and be reincarnated sooner.

That was my thought at the time, which is why I didn't take her farewell advice to heart.

"Never regret your decision to give up your lifespan."

That was the Grim Reaper's parting advice to me.

The next day, I tested the Time-Eating Silver Watch.

In conclusion, it could really turn back time.

The process took only an instant. Holding the watch and thinking about the time I wanted to return to, my consciousness immediately broke off, and when I came to, time had already been reversed. It was nearly as seamless as changing TV channels.

Initially, I was prepared for magic circles or being taken to a world filled with countless clocks, such comic-like scenes, and my rich imagination led to disappointment.

Once time was reversed, I had to wait 36 hours before using it again.

While during this period time could not be reversed, the second hand of the silver watch also stopped as if the battery had run out, losing the functionality of an ordinary timepiece. After thirty-six hours, the second hand would move again, automatically correcting the time. In other words, time could only be reversed when the second hand was moving.

Before truly believing what the grim reaper said, I thought that if time couldn't be reversed, and the grim reaper appeared with a sign that said, "Mission accomplished," I would throw the silver watch at her.

But there was more than just the silver watch that left me with mixed feelings.

It was a matter of lifespan as well. Only after reversing time did I genuinely feel the fact that I would die three years later.

"Aren't you regretting abandoning the notion of lifespan?" I remembered the last piece of advice from the grim reaper and felt secretly delighted.

I didn't feel regret.

Instead, I felt refreshed.

--- I'm going to die in three years.

Simply uttering these words made me feel incredibly elated. Since there were only three years left of my life, I began to think every day about "how to spend today," which was a lot more proactive compared to my previous days where I only thought about suicide.

At that time, I was surprised by the change in my state of mind. However, looking at it now, I don't find it strange at all.

When I started contemplating suicide, I had researched information about euthanasia.

Several countries recognized euthanasia, but it was mostly allowed only for patients suffering from terminal illnesses like cancer with no hope for a cure. In some countries, it was allowed only when there was unbearable and irremovable pain. While there were some differences, most countries used euthanasia as a means to relieve suffering.

I had read an article that mentioned, "Some terminally ill patients who have lost will to live used Euthanasia to die peacefully "

The article introduced the benefits of euthanasia, stating, "Some patients prefer to 'die peacefully' rather than endure pain until the end. For these patients, euthanasia, which allows them to decide on their final moments with their will, is undoubtedly a powerful heartening remedy."

Although the article left a strong impression of romanticizing euthanasia, I resonated with its content deeply.

Knowing that only pain awaited me in the future was very tormenting. Who will move forward when they see a cliff forward?

I was no different. Being unable to find joy in others, even if I continued to live, it felt like sitting on pins and needles. I really didn't believe that a bright future awaited me, nor did I have the confidence to reach the finish line. So, in order to avoid suffering, to protect myself, I considered suicide.

Being able to see the endpoint of only three years left of my life brought me a sense of relief. Even if I wanted to die, I could convince myself by saying, "I'm going to die in three years anyway," which was much more relaxing than living without dreams or goals.

Of course, the existence of the reverse-flow silver watch played a significant role as well. With the attitude of "having obtained such a magical pocket watch with great difficulty, of course, I need to use it fully" in mind, I reversed time and did many things.

The first thing that came to mind was the way everyone wanted to use it.

That was to indulge freely, spend all the money in the wallet, and then reverse time.

Whether it was playing at the amusement park for hours, staying at the movie theater from morning to night, or constantly eating favorite foods, as long as time was reversed, the money wouldn't decrease.

Amusement parks and movie theaters were precious places for me to change my mood, but with only a high school student's budget, I couldn't afford to visit them every day. It was nice not to worry about how much money was in the wallet and to enjoy leisure and mood-changing activities freely.

However, eventually, I had to reverse time before going overboard. Although it allowed me to change my mood, it couldn't pass the time. Even if I ate a lot of favorite foods, I would revert to an empty stomach. After buying things, they couldn't stay with me, and playing the same games or watching the same movies repeatedly became tedious. Even if I wanted to pursue excitement with a large sum of money, the budget for a high school student was limited.

So, next, I decided to increase my money.

As long as I returned twenty-four hours ago, it was as if I already knew what would happen the next day.

With this in mind, I thought I could make a fortune through gambling.

First, I memorized the winning numbers of the lottery and then reversed time to test if the winning numbers remained the same. I had hoped that this method would allow me to earn money quickly, but the winning numbers were different after reversing time. Later, I tried betting on horse races, but the rankings were also different from before reversing time. It was difficult to regularly win money by gambling.

From these results, I realized that "even if time is reversed, it won't lead to the same future."

In simpler terms, it was just starting over.

It was similar to tossing dice and not necessarily getting the same number. Lotteries just reset and horse races were only rescheduled, and neither could produce the same outcome as before reversing time.

Only stocks were the only results that didn't lead to drastic differences.

Although stocks could produce different results, unlike lotteries that were purely random, they involved human thought, making the outcome less prone to change. Although I was a stock market novice, after simulating several times, I judged that there was a high probability of making money, so I searched for someone to help me buy stocks.

I had originally planned to buy them myself, but being underage required my parents' consent. Since I had a difficult relationship with my parents and didn't want to ask for their help, I didn't bother worrying about getting their approval.

Repeatedly reversing time, I continued to write articles predicting the future on internet message boards. Then rumors spread about "this person has a high accuracy rate in predictions." When I gained considerable attention, I stopped writing predictions about the future and instead offered dividend payments as compensation for helping me buy stocks. As a result, I easily found someone willing to assist me.

I contacted them via text message and confidently bought the stocks I was interested in. The dividends kept increasing, and every week, a considerable amount of money flowed into my account, making me feel that working was foolish. Once I had accumulated enough money to last for three years without spending, I stopped making money and started thinking about how to spend it.

First, I rented an apartment with the money I earned from stocks. At that time, I had to reluctantly ask my parents to act as guarantors. Although they asked me many troublesome questions like, "Can you support yourself?" and "Where did you get so much money?" and I had to give them a sum of money as collateral to shut them up, I eventually managed to convince them.

The apartment was in an eight-story building, and I chose the top-floor apartment with an available vacancy. It had three bedrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen, and a balcony, which seemed a bit too big for one person, but it provided solitude away from noise and traffic, which was a significant advantage of high-rise living. Though it was far from being a luxury high-rise apartment, for someone like me who desperately wanted to separate from my parents with whom I had a bad relationship, it was already very satisfying.

By the way, my relationship with my parents wasn't merely "not good," as they were my foster parents. Ever since I was adopted, I couldn't fit into this family and always kept my distance, resulting in mutual dislike. Perhaps, the reason I could easily get their consent to act as my guarantors was because they wanted to drive me out of their home as soon as possible. I didn't have any memories of living as a family with them and often felt like they were outsiders. It felt uncomfortable to have unpleasant people in my home. For me, the ability to live alone was a significant change.

After graduating from high school in March, I finally broke free from the cage officially. To be honest, since I was going to die in three years anyway, I didn't need to finish high school, but my parents insisted that I should graduate and attend school regularly before agreeing to be my guarantors. To avoid unnecessary arguments, I endured until graduation.

Finally moving out and living alone, it was the life I had dreamed of.

I could buy things I liked and eat my favorite food without having to work. I had a room for myself without having to find a place to kill time, and I could live without meeting others...

During the initial months of this period, I enjoyed it so much that I worried whether I would change my mind, regret abandoning my lifespan, and yearn to continue living.

However, this feeling only lasted for the first few months.

No matter how much I dreamed of this ideal life, repeating the same days would become monotonous. Playing video games for too long, eating pizza or sushi delivered every day, or going out to change my mood and immediately returning to my room because of disliking others—all these became tedious. When I wanted to find something new to do, I couldn't muster the enthusiasm for anything.

In less than half a year, my once dream-like ideal life became a boring existence.

This made me imagine what it would be like if I hadn't abandoned my lifespan and lived an ordinary life at this moment?

It would probably be impossible to live such a life for a long time, even if I worked for decades. Moreover, it wouldn't be surprising if I had committed suicide even earlier. Even if I miraculously lived such an ideal life now, I would still have the same sentiment.

This was undoubtedly the best life.

It's not a question of whether or not I'll regret giving up my lifespan.

It's about how to make myself regret it in the future.

If it can really make me regret it, I wish someone could teach me.

—I firmly believe that giving up my lifespan is the right decision.

But I still can't change the fact that my days are boring, and living while waiting for time to pass is too dull.

However, on Christmas Day, exactly one year after making the deal with the grim reaper, something happened that changed my monotonous daily life.

This year, I spent Christmas alone again, but unlike last year, I was in my own room, not under the bridge. Just before midnight, as the day was about to change, I suddenly became curious about how long the snow that started falling in the evening would last. So, I turned on the TV to check the weather forecast. During the time before the weather forecast aired, I watched the late-night news, which, to someone like me with less than two years of remaining life, seemed like trivial news.

Among them, only one news report caught my attention.

It was about "the discovery of a dead middle school girl under the bridge."

The body was found in the evening on that day. The police were investigating both murder and suicide, but I thought the report conveyed the message that "it was definitely a suicide."

Even though I don't care much about worldly affairs with my limited lifespan, I still pay special attention to news about suicide.

But what caught my attention wasn't just that.

The bridge where the girl fell was the same place where I made the deal with the grim reaper.

The TV showed the bridge I often visited.

There were others who attempted suicide at the same bridge and actually went through with it. The moment I interpreted the news this way, an emotion similar to joy surged within me. I felt like there was something wrong with me, finding joy in someone else's suicide. However, even though I reproached myself for having such thoughts, the excitement I felt couldn't be suppressed.

I even forgot to check the weather forecast and spent the whole night thinking about the girl who had committed suicide. I wondered what kind of person she was and what state of mind she had when she jumped off the bridge.

The next day, I still couldn't get the girl out of my mind, so I decided to visit the bridge and clear my head. The snow that had been falling all night hadn't been cleared, which made the journey take longer than usual.

I hadn't been here for months. It was a place I only came to when I wanted to be alone, so since I started living alone, there was no need for me to come here.

The bridge, which I hadn't visited for a long time, was even more dreary than I remembered.

The girl seemed to have jumped from the center of the bridge, and a yellow warning tape was set up around the landing spot directly below.

I peered down at the spot where the girl had fallen.

There were countless uneven rocks below. At night, the area under the bridge was pitch-black, like an abyss, but in reality, the height wasn't extreme. Unless the head hit the rocks directly, immediate death was unlikely. If someone jumped and was still conscious for a while, just thinking about it was terrifying.

A girl younger than me jumped from this bridge.

From this bridge that I didn't dare to jump from, she jumped.

After observing for a while, I noticed four other teenagers, probably middle school students, walking towards me from the other side. At first, I thought they were classmates of the girl who had come to mourn her. However, these four people picked up their phones and started taking pictures at the suicide scene. I eavesdropped on their conversation and heard them saying things like "She's finally gone" or "We don't have to see that girl's face anymore." It seemed like they were happy that the girl had committed suicide.

While I listened to their conversation, a negative and evil emotion surged inside me, but even though I was reproaching those people in my heart, I couldn't help feeling guilty for having found joy in the suicide of someone whom I had regarded as a kindred spirit.

After chatting and laughing for a while at the suicide scene, the four of them looked satisfied, as if they had just finished a trip to an amusement park, and started to head home.

The bridge was as quiet as ever, with only the sound of flowing water and the rustling of the wind. After looking down at the suicide scene, I saw the warning tape fluttering in the wind, but it didn't block the sound of the flowing water.

This was a world where everyone else had disappeared except for me.

The thought of the girl who had committed suicide made me feel as though I really was left alone in this world.

It felt like a sense of loss. As someone who rarely had any connections with others, I had experienced a few instances of being tormented by a feeling of loss in the past, and my current state of mind was somewhat similar.

I couldn't forget about the girl no matter what. This was the main reason. The impression of her being a "pitiful girl who committed suicide due to bullying" had become deeply ingrained in my heart.

I knew this was my own interpretation. But if I just ignored it, what would be the difference between me and those who turned a blind eye to bullying? There was no one else in this world who could reverse time, and until I died, I was sure I would keep thinking about her, overwhelmed by guilt and remorse.

I wanted to avoid spending the remaining two years of my life tormented by guilt.

—In other words.

The reason I wanted to stop her from committing suicide was just an excuse for myself.

If I ignore it like this, I will definitely regret it.

So, I decided to stop the girl from committing suicide once.

If she can give up on suicide, that would be best. But if she insists on doing it, I'll just have to reluctantly give up. I can just make an excuse and say that I "did my best."

Whether she chooses to commit suicide or not is less important than whether I'll be tormented by guilt.

I'm not doing this to save the girl; I'm doing it for myself.

It's not "preventing suicide," it's more like "interfering with suicide."

Using the Time-Turning Silver Watch, I rewound time back 24 hours and immediately went to the bridge. It was around 3 pm before it started snowing. I ran while praying that the girl hadn't jumped yet. After this, I have to wait another 36 hours to rewind time again, so if she has already jumped, I'll be helpless.

The biting cold wind was harsh on my ears, and I ran while enduring the pain. When the bridge came into view, I first checked the sandbank, but my view was obstructed by rocks from a distance. My eyesight wasn't great, so I could only confirm from the top of the bridge.

Using my memory from before time was reversed, I positioned myself just above the area where the girl would jump and land.

My vision was shaking, my steps were unsteady, and I held onto the cold railing with both hands, forcing myself to regulate my chaotic breath.

I peered down, praying that I wouldn't see the girl's body below.

I imagined the scene of the girl lying in a pool of blood. Fortunately, I only saw rocks covering the ground.

Feeling relieved, my body suddenly went weak, and I sat down leaning against the railing.

"Why did I try so hard?"

I looked up at the clear blue sky and said. If she's already dead, I would be completely at peace because I was only here to find excuses for myself. So even if it ended like this, I wouldn't really care.

After resting for a while, I gazed at the river and waited for the girl to arrive.

While waiting, I leaned on the railing and played with my phone. Later, unable to bear the cold, I put away my phone and put my hands in my pockets. The Time-Turning Silver Watch in my right pocket felt as cold as ice.

As there were no cars or people passing by, it was past 5 pm when it started snowing. The twilight enveloped the area, and the orange street lights lit up the bridge. After the snow began to fall, I realized I forgot to bring an umbrella, but it was only light snow, so not having an umbrella wasn't a big deal.

I exhaled white breath into my palm, and as I did so, I noticed someone walking towards me from the other end of the bridge.

I squinted my eyes to confirm; it was a girl.

To come alone at this time was strange. She was relatively tall for a middle schooler, but her white coat gave her a childish look.

She must be the girl who wanted to commit suicide.

The girl walking towards me wasn't using an umbrella, so I could see her face even in the dim light. However, as soon as I saw her face, I began to doubt my judgment.

—Because she was extremely beautiful.

Her long black hair contrasted sharply with her fair skin, and her well-defined facial features were easily visible even from afar. For a middle schooler, she had a somewhat mature appearance and exuded a sense of tragic destiny, but she possessed an ethereal beauty that turned this into an advantage.

Could a girl like her really want to commit suicide?

That's what I thought as I was captivated by the girl walking this way.

Originally, I thought that just by looking at her, I could figure out what kind of person the girl who wanted to commit suicide was—she would have a gloomy expression, be insecure about herself, and you could tell just by her appearance.

However, I saw no negative elements in the girl walking this way. Even her action of brushing the snow off her hair seemed graceful. I really couldn't imagine that such a girl, seemingly raised in a wealthy family, would choose suicide.

—She looks nothing like someone who would commit suicide.

That was my first impression of her.

The girl walked near me, stopped for a moment to admire the scenery, and then returned the way she came. Her figure in the snow, with her long hair flowing, looked like a painting.

Afterward, a few more people passed by, but none of them seemed like the girl who wanted to commit suicide. After 8 pm, the snow intensified, and I couldn't bear the cold. My hands and feet went numb, and the layers of clothes I wore were soaking wet, not providing much protection against the cold.

Freezing to death wouldn't be surprising. But even if I was willing to commit suicide, I didn't want to end up freezing to death because I tried to prevent someone else's suicide. It would be a foolish way to die.

But my mind was filled with thoughts of the girl who seemed unrelated to suicide.

She looked as though she had been crying while admiring the scenery. Maybe it was just the snow melting on her cheeks, but I felt a sense of loneliness from her profile.

If she really is the girl who wanted to commit suicide, waiting any longer would be meaningless.

Looking down at the bridge, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything. It would be nearly miraculous for a passerby to discover the girl's body. The likelihood of the girl attempting suicide and being found by someone, then ending up on the news a few hours later, was very low.

Even if the girl who wanted to commit suicide was not her, the future had undoubtedly changed.

Just like how the lottery numbers change, the future had already altered, and the girl wouldn't commit suicide.

In reality, my prediction was correct.

After I couldn't bear the cold and returned home, the contents of the news program were different from what they were before time was reversed. The TV didn't report any suicide news, and instead, they started broadcasting the weather forecast, followed by the rest of the news program.

For some reason, the future had changed.

The next day, I checked to see if there were any reports of the girl's suicide because it was still possible that she chose another location for her suicide, and it hadn't been reported yet, but it would be soon.

I carefully observed the news and searched online, but I couldn't find any reports about the girl. Whatever the reason, the fact that the future had changed made me feel relieved.

However, in the following days, I kept investigating whether there was any news about the girl's suicide.

The girl who originally committed suicide was just an ordinary middle school student. If she were a celebrity, it might be different, as news about suicides of ordinary citizens is usually not reported. The reason her suicide might have been reported could be due to some event or an accident being involved.

Privacy issues also play a role, not to mention that there are over 20,000 suicides in Japan each year, and it's impossible to report all of them. There might be future reports stating, "Police have determined that the middle school student took her own life due to bullying," but that would only represent a tiny fraction of the overall cases. I worry that the girl might have chosen another place to commit suicide, which hasn't been reported yet, and will be in the news soon.

The reason I continue my investigation is that I speculate -

"That girl will definitely commit suicide again."

If one's determination is firm, the future will still lead to the same outcome.

It's similar to how I don't pay much attention to what I wear and just put on whatever catches my eye when I go out. There's no specific meaning attached to the choice of clothes; it's just wearing something "randomly" selected. Therefore, if time were to reverse, I might not choose the same clothes again.

This is similar to how lottery numbers can change; it's like having a new drawing.

On the other hand, if I were very particular about what I wear and the type of person who plans what to wear the next day in advance, even if time were to reverse, I would still choose the same outfit.

This is only natural. As long as nothing changes due to time reversal, office workers will still go to work, and children will still go to school.

The future changes are just coincidental.

So, perhaps, the fact that the girl didn't commit suicide was also just a coincidence.

Assuming that the girl was contemplating suicide, just like I hesitated for many years, and she was in a state where it wouldn't be surprising if she did so at any moment. Then, on Christmas day, she committed suicide "on a whim." If that was the case, when I reversed time, she might also choose not to commit suicide "on a whim." However, if the underlying problem is not resolved, sooner or later, she might "coincidentally" commit suicide again.

Moreover, I cannot let it end like this.

I originally planned to approach the girl and start a conversation when I meet her. Not only to console her but also to prepare countermeasures against bullying and offer basic assistance to alleviate my guilt.

However, I didn't meet her.

The result this time was merely that I was lucky not to die, and it didn't solve the problem of bullying.

The girl didn't get redemption, and I dare not claim that I've "done my best." This is the worst outcome for both me and the girl who contemplated suicide. If it ends like this, I would rather not have reversed time in the first place. I must "interfere" rather than "prevent" her from committing suicide; that's the meaningful approach. Stubbornly, I continue my investigation on relevant reports.

One week into the new year, as expected, the news reported the girl's suicide again. From the reported details, like "jumped from a bridge," "middle school girl," "fell to her death," I judged that there was a high possibility it's the same person.

This time, I decided to gather information first and then reverse time. I went to the nearby police station, pretending to provide information, and said, "I think I saw a middle school girl near the bridge yesterday, but I can't remember the exact time. If you know what she was wearing or any other distinguishing features, maybe I can recall something." I successfully obtained the information about the time of the body's discovery and her clothing.

Then, I reversed time and waited on the bridge from the afternoon. The first person who discovered the body reported it to the police at around 5 PM. By determining whether the girl had arrived at the bridge before 5 PM, I could judge if the future had changed. Since I had collected information in advance, I felt much more at ease than last time.

After 4 PM, as the sky darkened, a girl approached.

Due to the dim light, I couldn't confirm her appearance from a distance, but her clothing matched the information I had gathered.

-- It must be the girl who committed suicide.

Coming towards me was the same girl I saw on Christmas day, seemingly unrelated to suicide.

The girl stopped nearby, just like last time, and gazed at the scenery. Because she was wearing the same outfit as the information I had gathered, I wasn't surprised.

Perhaps, I kept investigating this suicide case for several days just because I wanted to see her.

The side view of her face I saw that time had been lingering in my mind. Going out alone at such a time without an umbrella, something must have happened. Even if she wasn't the girl who committed suicide, I should have approached her and shown concern. I deeply regretted that.

I gazed at the girl, who was looking at the scenery, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

-- Why would a girl like her commit suicide?

Her refined facial features, lustrous black hair, fair skin, and delicate figure showed no negative traits from her appearance. So, could it be an internal problem like a rebellious personality? But judging from the mature aura she exuded, it's hard to imagine her having a difficult personality.

However, no matter how well someone appears, they could still have worries.

If people were jealous of her appearance, it would be easy to understand.

In the class, with such a student, even if she had a reserved personality, she would attract attention, right? Definitely outstanding, she should also be popular among boys, and it wouldn't be surprising if she became the target of jealousy among other girls. In reality, four uncouth students were happy about her death. If the problem wasn't with her, there might still be a way to resolve the situation.

And regardless of the reason for her bullying, what's the point if I don't talk to her first?

I approached the girl, intending to talk to her.

As the distance closed, the details that were unclear from afar gradually became visible. Her jet-black straight hair was shining in the light. Her wrists, revealed at the sleeves of her coat, were delicate, and her legs were also slender. Her skin was fair and smooth, and her lips had a faint pinkish hue. She had big watery eyes with long eyelashes. From a close distance, the lingering innocence of a middle school student could still be seen.

Although no one was glaring at her, she seemed to be frozen. I wasn't very good at talking to others, and since I started living alone, I had even fewer opportunities to speak, making me worried that I wouldn't be able to express myself properly.

Cheer up! It's just talking to a younger sister. What's there to be nervous about? I clenched my fists, forcing myself to speak:

"Seeing you looking down, did something annoying happen?"

After I started talking to the girl, she glanced around and then pointed to herself. It seemed like she was nervous when someone suddenly spoke to her.

"Is there someone else?" I smiled and asked. After hesitating for a moment, she replied softly, "I'm fine."

"Saying you're fine usually means something is bothering you."

"..."

The girl remained silent and took a few steps back, seemingly wary of me. It's only natural for her to react this way when an older man suddenly starts talking to her.

"It's quite rare to come here on such a cold day."

"..."

I showed an awkward smile, trying to find a topic to chat with her and alleviate her guardedness. But she only nodded in response without saying a word. Not only that, but she also seemed to want to distance herself from me step by step.

This approach wasn't getting us anywhere, so I decided to get straight to the point and address the main topic.

"Alright, let me guess what's bothering you."

The girl didn't face me directly but gazed at the distant scenery. However, her body seemed to tremble for a moment, as if her emotions wavered briefly before quickly masking it with a nonchalant look.

"Are you troubled about whether to jump from here, right?"

Upon hearing these words, the girl finally turned to face me.

Her pretense of composure vanished. From her expression, I could sense a mix of surprise, confusion, questioning, and disbelief, among other emotions, swirling inside her.

"Isn't that right?" I confirmed with her, and she nodded gently.

"The reason you're considering suicide is because of bullying, and I got that right too, didn't I?"

As I asked this, the girl responded with confusion, "How did you know?"

"I can't tell you," I deflected her question with this response. If I were to tell her I could reverse time, she wouldn't believe me and might become more wary of me, thinking I'm crazy.

I then asked her, "Have you tried talking to someone about it? Like your parents or teachers?" She shook her head in denial.

"Nobody... is willing to stand by my side..."

The girl clutched the railing, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"That's it, right? You couldn't find anyone to talk to, so you endured it all by yourself."

To me, it was just a casual remark to break down her defenses.

However, the effect was unexpectedly good.

I immediately noticed tears welling up in her eyes, her big eyes glistening. It seemed like she wished for someone to help her.

I sighed with relief. If she wanted someone's help, there was hope. This wouldn't just be about my self-satisfaction; it seemed like I could resolve things successfully.

Things were going according to my plan, and I got carried away, making a terrible mistake by stepping on her landmine without thinking it through.

"I'll give you some advice," I said, handing her a thick envelope.

"What's this?" she asked, and I replied, "One million yen."

"Huh..."

She seemed puzzled, not understanding what I meant. So, I explained the purpose of the money to her.

"Listen carefully. Use this money to buy the favor of the influential person in your class and build a good relationship with them. That way, when you're bullied, they might help you. Plus, the atmosphere in the class might change. But under no circumstances should you give the money to those who bully you; that would only make you an easy target."

I genuinely believed that to deal with bullying, offering money to gain companionship was the only solution. Those four students wouldn't change even if they were scolded by teachers or parents. To create a situation where they wouldn't dare to act out was the way to solve the problem.

However, the girl lowered her head, refusing to take the envelope.

"Don't be polite. The suffering you've endured so far is worth taking this money. If there's anything left, you can use it to buy something you want. Then forget about being bullied, and someday, you'll be able to laugh about it..."

I continued to encourage her, unaware that I was stepping on her landmines, leading to her explosive response.

"I don't want it."

Her voice was barely audible, and I almost didn't hear it.

"Huh?"

I stopped talking, and the girl opened her mouth wide:

"I don't need it!"

She shouted at the top of her lungs.

Her reaction made me realize immediately that I had angered her. But because I was in a panic, I didn't understand the reason and kept stepping on her landmines.

"Just take it and use the money to get along with your classmates..."

When she saw me trying to hand the envelope again, tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Even if I take this money! The pain I've endured can't be erased just like that!"

She pushed away the envelope, and it fell from my hand.

The banknotes inside the envelope were exposed due to the impact of falling.

Then a gust of wind blew, sending the banknotes fluttering into the air.

"Hey! Hey!"

I quickly picked up the numerous ten-thousand-yen bills scattered in the air; the girl ignored me, wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and ran away as if flying. As I leaned over the railing to grab the bills, the wind continued to blow, and the envelope with the bills was suddenly empty.

The ten-thousand-yen bills fluttered down onto the sandbar where the girl had intended to jump off the bridge to commit suicide. I watched her gradually shrinking figure and murmured on the bridge:

"What a pity..."

As a result, the news on TV didn't show the suicide attempt but rather reported "Hundreds of thousands of yen scattered under the bridge," a piece of news I was familiar with, but it did manage to prevent the girl from taking her life.

It's a cause for celebration... or not. At eighteen years old (at that time), it was the first time I made a girl cry, and to think it was a younger girl. I never expected to feel so guilty about it. What's wrong with this overwhelming sense of guilt?

Looking back now, it's no wonder she got angry. It's like using money to erase the painful experiences from her past. It was difficult enough for her to reach out for help, and yet, it resulted in a feeling of despair.

If she attempts suicide again, wouldn't I be the one pushing her over the edge?

Hey, please spare me! The situation is worse than when I first prevented her suicide. If it ends up being my fault that she takes her life, it would be dreadful and dangerous. To live the next two years with a clear conscience, I must rid myself of this guilt, which means I have to keep her alive.

"I'll have to keep preventing her from committing suicide until she gives up." So, I started living the days by stopping the suicidal girl, Ichinose Tsukimi, from ending her life.

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