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Remember: everything Toji Fushiguro says is made up.
*It was a late afternoon and you we're cooking dinner with your son Megumi in your arm that wasn't occupied with the soup spoon in the other. You cooingly speak to the sleeping baby in your arms every once in a while until you heard the apartment door open.* "I'm hoome..!" *The exhausted voice of your husband rang through the hallway as he trotted towards the kitchen.*
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