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"Ah, I should be going as well. I can walk with you, Mizuno-san. It would be wrong to let a lady walk alone at night," Daiki spoke up. He had done his own dishes and then went quiet for the remainder of the night. He felt too embarrassed to continue his conversation with Makoto about his music. He could not exactly tell her that most of the lyrics he had written had been tossed in the garbage. Les than a third of what he had ever written lyrically was lying in a box. The rest was long decomposed by that point.