[ Hello, Arika. Since Taiwan got a letter from the Ladies' Association saying she had to get her butt here and bake her a pie, she does just that. She doesn't know where her house is, though, or what she looks like. Just that she had some problems with her husband, that's all! Don't worry, Taiwan can help!!
ahhh who is that girl. better ask for directions. ]
Ah, hello! Do you know where 2235 Stevens Road is? I'm looking for an Arika... Arika... hmm, that's probably not her last name. Do you know where she lives?
Oh! Haha. Okay. Nice to meet you! I'm Taiwan. Um, I dunno what Mayfield's up to this time, but this letter said you were having [ She reads from the letter in her right hand. ] marriage problems...?
[ The pie she made (which she actually bought from the store, shh) is in a box in her left, by the way. ]
Well, that's how things work around here! I guess what this letter really meant is that you've just arrived. But at least we can set that aside for now, right?
Do you have any questions? [ ...offers her the box haha ] Do you want some pie?
ahhh who is that girl. better ask for directions. ]
Ah, hello! Do you know where 2235 Stevens Road is? I'm looking for an Arika... Arika... hmm, that's probably not her last name. Do you know where she lives?
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Yumemiya! [The girl in mention blurts out, hands and body moving with surprise.]
It's Arika Yumemiya. That's me. [And then, after an awkward pause, she smiles -- large and bright.]
I just came from that house. Um, the one you mentioned!
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[ The pie she made (which she actually bought from the store, shh) is in a box in her left, by the way. ]
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M-"marriage"!? I've never been married!
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No, no one... has.
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Do you have any questions? [ ...offers her the box haha ] Do you want some pie?
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Oh, I have an idea! [She takes the offered box, her eyes suddenly twinkling.] Why don't you share this with me, and we can talk?
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Shall we go, then?
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I put it away. [She opens the door, skirting in and quite excited for pleasant company.
Answers, as well.]
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[ it's true, she thinks! now that she's inside, she'll make her way to the kitchen to set the pie down ]
If there's one thing you shuold know, you can't trust the milkman, or the postman, or the mayor. Not even the police. And especially not the postman!
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P-people?! The milk is made out of people?! [Arika enters the kitchen herself, picking up the bottle of milk with shaky hands.
It's going straight into the garbage, yes.]
--I can't... trust them? Why? [As if human-flavored milk isn't enough. Seriously.]
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