Happy Life
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Leaving the procedure of jostling and clamoring to the conscience of those primates who might have been interested in their scores for jumping through a hoop, Futaba sat on a bench behind the school, tilting her head back and gazing at the gray sky, waiting for the time when the mandatory ceremony would begin, so she could join it among the last.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
