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dear kazuha,

you seemed to be having a good day. you didn't pull away when i reached out to hold your hand. it was warm like the autumn leaves that showered down on us.

varieties of auburn, yellow, umber and more were showering down as we walked through the forest, idly chatting about random insignificant occurrences.

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