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[so_sew_me]

*Sitting on a bench out on a porch, watching the rain fall, a certain seamstress is deep in thought. Her eyes are looking out into this thin patch of clouds, where there's a small glimmer of stars whining through the gray. Suddenly, her phone jingles, and she absent-mindedly picks it up and looks at it.*

One year. *she smiles sadly* Hnn... and nothing has changed. I wonder... I wonder how do you think the people are doing back where you came from?

((Happy one year anniversary, Shiki!))