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... s the night wore on, Fukushima was hit by an urge she couldn’t explain. Something she had been mentally suppressing felt like it was pushing up from the back of her head and bottom of her chest.
“Kh.”
Feeling like she had strings pasted to the undersides of her muscles, she sat up and then pressed her back against a protruding rock below her mat.
…What is this?
She wondered if it was exhaustion. When she took a break from exercising, she would feel a tingling in h ...
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