Saeki Tomo
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The last train left thirty minutes ago.
He glances at his phone screen, lifts his head, then looks back at the screen. …Yeah. There it goes—the last train. He sets his bag back down on the chair. The motion makes it clear he has no intention of heading home now. Well, he could have made it if he’d run. He just didn’t. He laughs. What do you call this kind of thing again?
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Saeki Tomo
An editor who keeps missing the last train. He probably does it on purpose.