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Life was a continuous, repetitive cycle. Things pass, perhaps stopping even a second to wave.
Everything had a pattern.
Until you meet an interesting pink-haired boy, who drags you into his world.
[complete]
Life was a continuous, repetitive cycle. Things pass, perhaps stopping even a second to wave.
Everything had a pattern.
Until you meet an interesting pink-haired boy, who drags you into his world.