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It is eight in the morning of a Sunday. The pools scattered around show the still gray clouds above the thick, damp air.
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--------<span class="mu-s"> --Day Two-- </span> --------
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Ӝ <span class="mu-i">Miharu Fukugawa</span> Ӝ
<span class="mu-s">W</span>hen she wakes up, Miharu Fukugawa's hair looks like a nest full of happy chirping chicks. She yawns. The phrase 'God hates Shrek for being alive' is stuck in her head for some reason as she shakes herself out of the crude gray blanket.
She fell asleep on the roof of some nameless hotel
yet the second moon never came.
As she considers that there's always tomorrow, that she just has to be patient, memories of nowhere assault her all at once, memories of someone punching through her over and over. Was that all just a dream? Was Coordinator-chan a dream? Suddenly pacing about with unrest, recalling events that never happened, Miharu is reminded of Dolores's remark about her wish maybe taking like 500 years.
Yet it all seems so vivid.
...dreams aside, Miharu is reminded of the cold fact that she, in fact, just spent the whole night outside- without telling her parents. Although her mouth is open no sound comes out, and yet she's screaming in the only way that matters.
>Oh my god what if they called the police?!
