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                              hmm… sora,   

   form lifts up to rest atop a kitchen counter,as vocalization
   is given momentary ᴘᴀᴜsᴇ, allowing night’s silence to fill
   the ɢᴀᴘ left behind. she’s having trouble finding the right
   way  to  word her question, & offering extra  attention  to
   her   thought   doesn’t  seem  to  be  proving   helpful,   so 
   allowing  her    gaze    to    meet    sora’s,    she   finishes.

             do   you   believe  in   fate…? 
                 that  everything that  happens
                 to us is… already planned out
                 and      set      in      stone…  ?  

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