Haru smiled, a little crooked. “I picked the day you were teaching at the festival. You always did rage against bureaucracy.”
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Aoi stood and moved to the window. She watched the rain slow to a hush and then stop, the pavement turning a polished gray. “Do you think we should do it again?” she asked. Haru smiled, a little crooked
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