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- That's right, I'm 17. And I was 17 the year before last, and last year, and this year. It's my secret alien ability. Don't tell anyone, or they'll take me for experiments. And regarding the magazines... I think I won't comment. But in general, it's strange. It's considered that you shouldn't ask women about their age, and men about their salary, so you could have just said it. But okay, if it's a special question for you, who am I to pry? Some ghostly phantom thief? Author
- Wonderful, so my efforts weren't in vain! And the dryad master has golden hands, what can I say. I'm glad, very glad that they fit you... Take all three pairs, by the way, they definitely won't fit me, hahaha. And you can give me your old ones, I'll take good care of them.
- Hmmm... But maybe they would fit you, how would you know? You're used to living in your Velferian paradigm, but maybe the Nihon style would bring you more happiness? Have you ever thought about that?... Anyway - now, even if the string on one of my geta breaks, I can use another. This happens more often than you might think... So my gratitude to you is boundless, Zimbari-san. Or rather... it is, but I can't express it to you here, on this public street, but only in a dark, deserted alley. So I suggest we go back there before important matters send me to other locations in the capital.