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... y as usual. The chaotic graffiti and patches of rust hardly evoked anything beautiful, yet Hestia was still happy.
Because life was no longer monotonous.
Walking through puddles and scattered trash, she skipped lightly, as if playing the hopscotch game she had learned as a child.
Her body leaped gracefully, spinning slightly in the air. Her skirt swayed with the breeze before she landed softly again.
People often used messy environments and ruined, derelict scenes ...
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