[It would be several moments before Fuuka could even think of a reply. She tried to figure out how this could be a trick, but this was her handwriting, she knew that now. And she even knew Junpei. What benefit could there be to lie about being Minako? Swallowing back tears, she shakily replied, carefully thinking of her words.]
I am at my home. In Index, I mean.
I have so much to say. Too much for this journal.
I will get Junpei, and we will come get you, Minako.
I have missed you too. So much.
[Her tears hit the page, but she quickly wiped them away.]
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I am at my home. In Index, I mean.
I have so much to say. Too much for this journal.
I will get Junpei, and we will come get you, Minako.
I have missed you too. So much.
[Her tears hit the page, but she quickly wiped them away.]