Naminé was sitting and flipping through her sketchbook, musing a little on just about everything.
Michelangelo,
her would-be hero, and the
lovely things he said. Her
new job, which she started in the morning. Her
trip to DC with
Charlie, which had been lovely.
A glittery cabin. Alphonse, who had given her
a book and also
some unusual ideas. Roxas,
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