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Would you like to convert MP to G?
+5MP = 175G
>YES NO
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Mark pressed the A button on his imaginary controller and the screen before him disappeared. A chaotic symphony of drums, electric guitars, and enraged screams blasted in his ears and cleared the storm inside his mind. Unlike the usual, however, it amplified the thoughts he wanted to avoid thinking about.
He tried keeping his eyes on the road ahead, but as if to defy his will they kept drifting to the passenger seat beside him. His silver-haired maid was there, leaning to the right as she gazed out of the window. She seemed to have returned to her usual expressionless self, but something told him that wasn't the case.
Her blushing face surfaced in his mind and he quickly looked away. He could've sworn that his body had lost all weight, prompting him to tighten his hold on the steering wheel and check his seatbelt again to ensure he wasn't floating in the air.
