Nanao trudged back from the bus stop, worn out from her early morning shift at work. Her pocket was half full, which was yet another thing to go on her good list. She had learned her quick memory made her a favorite with the regulars at the cafe she worked at. She knew them all by name, and had their orders in as soon as they sat down. Most of the
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