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</div><br/>Nana twiddled her fingers as she heard the others talk to each other. She really wanted to join in, however, the only topics she can bring up is otaku related things. Her legs swung up and down under the table as her frustration was becoming more and more visible. the brunette was in a complete dilemma, whether to come out of the closet and risk the harsh insults or to keep it in and lock the secret in her heart.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fpa1.narvii.com%2F5832%2F4ca78f5915b1cdba7cecd1e10bae27888e36fa53_hq.gif&amp;hash=6d28422df50a1d16442bcda225f12cfc" title="4ca78f5915b1cdba7cecd1e10bae27888e36fa53_hq.gif">
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</div><br/>Sarah was chatting up a storm about her love for yuri. "Clearly girls are the better candidates in a date, cuter and more lovely than the average boy." They heard this at least a million times by now. There wasn't anything she was more passionate that this subject, and it clearly shows. She directed her attention to Jennifer. "Don't you agree?"<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="224" data-username="@Snow" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/224/">@Snow</a>