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Post by ''[N] a t t a n i™ on Nov 1, 2007 3:02:48 GMT -5
Hiromi walked into the Ice Cream Parlor. The bells on the door making a jingling sound. America or this part of America confused her. It was different from Japan. She looked around it and spied the ice cream but decided to wait on that. Her kimono swished around her bodice silently. Her silver hair flowed behind her and her fans were at her side.
Finding a booth she sat down. And pondered on thoughts. She sighed. She wanted to go back to Japan but her parents had wanted her to stay here and live with some distant aunt that was hardly home. Though that didn't matter much. But she was still a teenager.
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