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So the incident that took place earlier that day hadn't been a practical joke. That Akia fellow must have been one of the personalities Aijou was talking about.
"I see" Akira whispered, gently playing with the boy's hair. "And how many of them are there. Can you see them, just as you see me, or do you hear them, like voices, in your mind? And do they ever make you do something you don't want to? It's alright to tell me."
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