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The 20-year-old woman, Kylie, who had once been a little girl, who had learned to read, and talk, who had grown into a young woman, who had had red beans and rice, and the sequela a few dozen times, crumpled into a swimsuit. The nineteen-year-old witch, Erin, plucked her from the poolside. "Thanks, Kylie!" "You're welcome, Erin," said the swimsuit to anyone within a few meters. Kylie could force Erin to talk to her alone, or no one at all, but really, she didn't want to. Soon Erin returned to her source of mana, where her senior, Lira, wore a dress Erin didn't recognize. "Hey, Lira - new boy/girlfriend?" "Boyfriend," said Lira. She stroked her torso. "Not that it matters now."