Nostalgia
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan/Case Closed. I can barely solve the cases, how could I write one?
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Conan Edogawa sat in his rolling chair at the Shonen Tantei Agency. His right hand was placed on his forehead in thought. His fingers were intertwined in his hair, pulling at his bangs. His other hand held a small card; it was an invitation. He stared at the white folded paper with its decorative glistering sparkles and sequins and its elegant flowers and letters. Those letters formed words he did not want to read; did not want to comprehend. On