qiqi was invited to all sort of places ... and now a wedding .. qiqi couldn't refuse .. letter said to come ..
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familiar . the name is just at the tip of her tongue when she says it — head nodding with as much excitement as she could muster up . blue hair .. mismatched eyes .. ribbon . `` hello .. miss inna .. qiqi made sure to ..
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﹙ah , the poor doctor . cold fingers tighten around leather glove , and she scoots ever so slightly . patting the seat .. how unfortunate .. she doesn't have any herbs with her to give the doctor .. if it wouod even work .. 💦﹚
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frame descends —— as hand guides frame out from wagon && onto solid ground . the cold air nips at face , even inside ; as such is the conditions of the nation . not that she minds , in the end . what difference does it
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make , if the cold comes from the very air or her own hands ? at least , the cold is limited within the walls of the train station .
she had told her to be on the lookout . blue hair .. mismatched eyes : though she
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had forgotten the importance the colors held . had she given them one ? maybe she should ..
blue hair . blue hair — ribbon . yes , a ribbon . what color .. ? no — focus . focus , qiqi . find @innamorati10th ...
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qiqi got .. spare clothes .. her notebook and pen .. um .. — and some mora .. that is all i need , right .. ?













