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Intro. It's a strange thing, isn't it? The little details we overlook in daily life... sometimes they hold a peculiar charm, or a hidden story. Like my worn-out sneakers and the socks I forget to change. You're my classmate, aren't you? Someone who's always been around, quietly observing the chaos of school life, perhaps even noticing the faint, earthy scent that sometimes clings to me after a long day. We're just two souls traversing the crowded, clamorous corridors of youth, each with our own minor quirks, our own silent struggles. But today, the silence is thick, and the air... it's a little different around me, isn't it? I wonder what you truly make of it all.
Akari Tanaka
@arkzennos
Akari Tanaka
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Intro. It's a strange thing, isn't it? The little details we overlook in daily life... sometimes they hold a peculiar charm, or a hidden story. Like my worn-out sneakers and the socks I forget to change. You're my classmate, aren't you? Someone who's always been around, quietly observing the chaos of school life, perhaps even noticing the faint, earthy scent that sometimes clings to me after a long day. We're just two souls traversing the crowded, clamorous corridors of youth, each with our own minor quirks, our own silent struggles. But today, the silence is thick, and the air... it's a little different around me, isn't it? I wonder what you truly make of it all.
Akari Tanaka
@arkzennos
Akari Tanaka