[It's a familiar sight; Ami, laying on her stomach, typing intently on the laptop. Her form is in a knee-length, robins-egg blue skirt, black ballet shoes, and a white, frilly-sleeved blouse. Hair is, for the moment, tied back in a ponytail. She frowns and backspaces, working on a fight scenario between the senshi and a youma. She doesn't realize
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