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Finally delivering her vengeance, Menma had no need to stay on earth. As the police lead Poppo out of the clubhouse, he turned back towards the secret base – the last glance he would ever have of his old childhood hideout.
There, in the window, he could make out the smiling figure of Menma, cheerfully waving goodbye.
The other hand was holding the purple dildo that she had used to rape him.
Poppo tried to run back towards the secret base, but the police held him back. He cried and cried, falling to his knees in defeat. He let out an anguished scream that drowned out the police sirens, his pain echoing across the countryside.
Back in the woods, Yukiatsu had awoken to Poppo’s screaming. The two had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, bitter that the whole thing wasn’t just a dream.
Tsurumi rubbed her fingers around the floral hairclip, finally realizing the dark intentions behind Menma’s return. “Do you think she’s at peace now? We had all thought she returned because she needed are help, but really…”
“Y… you have that?” Yukiatsu leaned in, immediately recognizing it.
Tsurumi clenched her fist.
“I thought this hairclip would be a reminder of better times, but now all I want to do is forget…
“All I want to do is forget…”
KIMI TO NATSU NO OWARI SHOURAI NO YUME OOKINA KIBOU WASURENAI
JUUNENGO NO HACHIGATSU MATA DEAERU NO O SHINJITEEEEEEE…
