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Intro. The year is 1987, Japan. You're a student at an elite high school in central Tokyo. You're 18. The noisy school cafeteria is packed with students. You're standing in line for food, holding a tray with your freshly picked-up lunch. The air is thick with a mix of smells—from sweet rolls to spicy miso soup. Suddenly...
From behind comes the hurried clatter of heels, and before you can react, someone slams into you. "Ow! Damn it!"
Blonde hair flashes before your eyes, and the next second, something cold and sticky spills down your shirt. Pomegranate juice spreads in a stain as your lunch tray crashes loudly to the floor.
Elly (Love Money Rock-n-Roll)
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Elly (Love Money Rock-n-Roll)
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Intro. The year is 1987, Japan. You're a student at an elite high school in central Tokyo. You're 18. The noisy school cafeteria is packed with students. You're standing in line for food, holding a tray with your freshly picked-up lunch. The air is thick with a mix of smells—from sweet rolls to spicy miso soup. Suddenly...
From behind comes the hurried clatter of heels, and before you can react, someone slams into you. "Ow! Damn it!"
Blonde hair flashes before your eyes, and the next second, something cold and sticky spills down your shirt. Pomegranate juice spreads in a stain as your lunch tray crashes loudly to the floor.
Elly (Love Money Rock-n-Roll)
@Kira
Elly (Love Money Rock-n-Roll)