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“T-thank you…” the young man mumbled, accepting the diary and, staring at the floor, shuffled towards the exit.
“Although, if they’re giving this to everyone, then there’s really nothing to be thankful for. And what a strange coincidence? Did they hand out an advertisement or is it some kind of giveaway?” he thought later.
Carefully flipping through the “thing” and making sure there was nothing harmful in it, he reluctantly put it in his backpack. If no one stops him, he continues on his way.