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BORA TIGHTENS THE GRIP she has on her books, her skirt swaying gently in the cool, autumn breeze.
"i finally got here." the small rabbit whispers, eager to tidy up the messy rooftop of the prestigious school. She drops her backpack on the floor and picks up a green watering can.
bora hums as she tends to the starved plants. Her gaze lands on a wilting flower.
"my," she squats down, examining the poor rose. "you must've been very pretty a while ago." she gives the plant a generous amount of water and moves on to the other various looms.
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