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... anywhere on her body. Her eyes like they were rejuvenated. In a daze, her head fell to the side; a small, tired smile grew, gazing upon a purple headband.
’Act normal, act normal. No need to cry, don’t cry. She’s back...’ Her nails long again—no hole in her palm, all fingers intact.
"Oh, you’re awake," Fumeko turned. The blondes brown eyes were on the brink of tears. The brunette’s hair had grown past her knees, fuzzy, as she sat on the bedside, "Ugh, these pillows are lousy. You ...
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