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Winter, Tokyo. What a lazy day. Irina took the cup and cleaned it until it began to shine. Ten hot minutes and she could go home. The bell rings - another Costumer? "Im sorry." She could face a slight face moving in the shape of the cup she still held in her hand. "Its so cold outside.. can we stay here for a while?"
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