Room 307, Sunday evening
It was getting to be a Sunday habit, but Momoko was hanging out in her room again. She lounged on her bed, eating the last of her Halloween candy, and flipping through some odd magazines. She occasionally glanced over at her laptop which was supposed to be downloading more episodes of the latest sentai sensation in this world's Japan.
She flipped the page of her magazine and hummed contentedly.
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She flipped the page of her magazine and hummed contentedly.
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