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Mamoru’s POV: I stood in the elevator again. ‘Because of Amicita, I’ve forgotten to look after the newspaper’, I thought, ‘I could’ve done it anyway, though.’ When the small grey room reached the main floor, the doors opened automatically. I walked outside and looked at the mailboxes of the building. Actually there would be no one standing there at an hour like this. It’s about 4 p.m., at least. But today, there was standing a beautiful woman. She stood in front of the mailboxes, sorting out some letters. I just watched her doing so. The view was magnificent: The beautiful lady stood with he