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Nascita was quiet in the morning, the sunlight still weak and thin as it slowly crept between buildings into the little back alley where the cafe lived. Sawa had finished checking the cabinets and was seated on a stool finishing her grocery list when Misora shuffled down the stairs in her ruffled nightgown and bunny slippers. The ponytail on top of her head bobbed in its scrunchie as she shuffled to the fridge with her eyes closed, retrieving a bottle of juice entirely by memory.
“Good morning.” Sawa said. Misora made a vague noise of acknowledgment and sat down across from Sawa, struggling to open the juice bottle.
“I’m going shopping, do you want anything from the store?” Sawa asked. Misora wiped the damp bottle cap on her sleeve, managing to open it this time before taking a big glug.
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