Hello, my name is Mary. I am currently walking to my fifty first job interview. At some sort of Japanese type restaurant. From what I could tell from the first and only time I ate there, I was going to have a hard time keeping up with the owner. I think his name was Marakumi or something. I don't remember names all that well. I'm sure it's not just me. Anyway I am closing in on the small building now so I have to go. I let out a gentle sigh as I put away my journal and approached the door. I was greeted with the sound of a bell and a rush of warmth. 'I have a very bad feeling about this...'
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Spring Flower
FanfictionHer skin is white as porcelain, her heart heavy with emotion. She shuffles through her day, not a word being spoken. Silent had she been, since her mother's tragic depart. Yet maybe there is a hero, to mend her broken heart. This story is dedicated...
