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... Sporadically growing weed, old stone wall, and blue sky that looked discolored were spreading out. Things other than those which entered the field of vision were only the laundry stand, rusty drum can with uncertain usefulness, and also the granny bike with punctured tire leaned listlessly on the stone wall.
(Nothing has changed other than Okaa-san’s bicycle huuh~)
On the porch, with the cry of cicada and refreshing sound of wind chime as BGM, the one who was kicking around her l ...
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