conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  But the way she flipped her hair, the color of her lip gloss, her bashful expression—every little thing she did made my heart flutter. I wasn’t completely clueless. I’d read about lesbians in yuri manga, and I recognized myself in them. At that time, though, I still thought there was something wrong with the way I felt, and so I did my best to hide my feelings. Being an outlier at school made you a target, and more than anything I didn’t want Misaki to find out what I was really thinking.
conversations.prefix: Rei:
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conversations.value:  “Someone like her?” Misaki pointed to another girl, who had naturally curly hair and wore glasses. “Katano is always drawing, isn’t she? Stuff like that nasty manga.”
conversations.prefix: Misaki:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That’s not true.”
conversations.prefix: Kosaki:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Kosaki, why would you defend someone like that?” Misaki retorted in a voice much louder than the one Kosaki had used. Katano must have heard them, but she continued quietly concentrating on her drawing. “What do you think, Rei? Isn’t it gross?”
conversations.prefix: Misaki:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Hmmm… I don’t really know much about that stuff.”
conversations.prefix: Rei:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Right? It’s impossible to understand. It’s so sick.” I’d tried to give a neutral response, but Misaki had twisted it into affirmation. I wondered what Katano thought of me. When I glanced up at her, she was looking my way, and our eyes met. Flustered, I looked away.
conversations.prefix: Misaki:
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conversations.value:  “What is it, Katano? You have something to say?” Misaki said threateningly, noticing Katano looking at us.
conversations.prefix: Misaki:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Not really…” Katano replied meekly, then went back to her drawing.
conversations.prefix: Katano:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What’s up with her? Creepy.”
conversations.prefix: Misaki:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Misaki! Jeez… Sorry, Katano.”
conversations.prefix: Misaki:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Guilt welled up in my chest, But I couldn’t go explaining to Misaki what I’d really meant to say, not now. I’d just be giving her ammo to use against both Katano and myself.
conversations.prefix: Rei:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “This is exactly why I hate nerds. They can never read the room.” She kept going, ranting about all nerds, including Katano.
conversations.prefix: Misaki:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I thought she was going too far, but I didn’t dare protest. I was too afraid of being cast out of the fragile social network of our class. Even the littlest thing could get you ostracized. Still, I envied Katano. She could say what she wanted without worrying about upsetting the balance. She had strength that I didn’t. I was jealous of how she seemed not to fear solitude. If I could be like her, then Kosaki and I could— I shook my head to chase away the dangerous thought I almost had.
conversations.prefix: Rei:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What is it Rei?” Kosaki tilted her head, looking at me.
conversations.prefix: Kosaki:
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conversations.value:  “Nothing, nothing.” I laughed to throw her off. It’s like they say, right? Young girls who are as close as we are sometimes feel something similar to romantic love. When I get older, I’m sure I’ll like boys just like everyone else. I’m not abnormal. I was young and afraid. But people can’t stay children forever, and it wasn’t long before I learned that the hard way.
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