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Mouth curled in an unfamiliar smile, Sakura comes and she stays, perched on the stool at the end of the bed. She peels apples in the shape of bunny rabbits.
She knows he won’t eat them, but -
“For Naruto, when he comes by” she laughs, placing them on the bedside. Sasuke knows better than to disagree.
The fragrance she wears, floral,
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