As far back as I can remember, I’ve always hated being touched. It was the one parting gift she left me before walking out of my life forever. Nothing had changed in my final semester of high school, and I figured nothing really would until I found myself in a predicament: join a club or face repeating the year due to my procrastination. Fortunately, my English teacher had started a new club, and I took my place as its sole member. That quickly fell apart as girl after girl from Luke’s former harem ended up in the club. Despite that setback, I came to realize that we may share more in common than I had thought. Maybe–just maybe–things would be different, after all.
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