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"If you don't get a lover within 48 hours, you will die." Those were the first words Kanon—a deadpan Grim Reaper in a black robe with a single red streak in her hair—said to me after walking straight through my apartment wall at 10 PM on a Thursday. Me? I'm Sakaki Rintarou. 32 years old. Room 201, six tatami mats, one kitchen. Average build, average face, average everything. My only friend is the guy downstairs who owns three gaming consoles. My love life? Nonexistent. My Emora—some kind of em
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