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[Down on Bilko Boulevard, a girl was sitting on her front porch, working on some embroidery. It had been a few months since her boyfriend dumped her, leaving the poor girl standing there as he ran off, looking so frightened of her. That day on, she had always stopped by his house, asking him what happened, but he never answered. Mom had

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[imaginenumbers]

Ah, H-Hello?

*How do I deal with such a cheerful reaction to returning to Mayfield...*

[redorblueshot]

Oh, don't be nervous. I'm not droned anymore, so you can speak normally to me.

[imaginenumbers]

Oh, no, it's just... should you be happy about coming back to a place like this?

[redorblueshot]

Why not? The town shows some ugly sides sometimes, but it's not all bad.

[imaginenumbers]

Do you really think that?

[redorblueshot]

Well, it helps to think like that. If it means I can meet people I could never speak to otherwise, or making sure my loved ones here are all okay, I can handle anything that's thrown at me.

[imaginenumbers]

... Yes, that's probably a good way to think of things.

Um, my name is Sakura.

[redorblueshot]

Ehehe. Mine is Kohaku.

I think we'll be good friends, Sakura-san.

[imaginenumbers]

Ah, do you think so? I would like that very much, Kohaku-san.

[redorblueshot]

Yes. Somehow, I can feel that we are very similar-type people.

[imaginenumbers]

How can you tell?

[redorblueshot]

I don't know. Just a hunch I had.

[imaginenumbers]

Mm... I hope this isn't rude of me but I really hope we aren't too much alike. That would be troublesome.