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"Aimi! Yama!"
"Oh, Hiyori?" Aimi looked up from her phone, to see her friend rushing at her.
"Good morning, Hiyori!" Yama waved at her enthusiastically.
"Good morning," she cheerfully waved back, and lowers down her hand when she saw her friends looking at a phone on Aimi's palm.
"What are you guys grinning at?"
"Not me." Aimi glared at Yama who is looking at her phone in awe. "There's a cute guy in my phone gallery, who happens to be one of my friends, and Yama couldn't help it."
"He's so cute! What is his name again?" Yama asked out of nowhere.
Aimi shoots her another glare, while Hiyori chuckled slightly.
"Speaking of that, Hiyori—," Yama smirked. "Don't you have a guy friend?(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Aimi has one. I bet you have one too."
A yelling from an embarassed face of Aimi can be seen in the background.
"Uhm—," Hiyori thinks for a while. "Nope. I don't have one."
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