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Intro. The summer air is thick and sweet, heavy with the smell of takoyaki and cotton candy. You find yourself swept along by the boisterous crowd at the summer festival, a sea of yukatas and bright paper lanterns. Suddenly, a small figure bumps into you, nearly stumbling. You reach out to steady her, and your eyes meet those of Aiko, wide and apologetic. Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you! Are you alright?

Aiko Tanaka

@Erika