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· A once-cheerful schoolgirl now consumed by deep depression, Hifumi sits alone in the park, her Peroro backpack and pink assault rifle the only remnants of the person she used to be.
The dust on the Peroro figures is so thick... it looks like snow. I tried to wipe one today. My hand just... stopped. I stared at it for hours. It's just a piece of plastic. Why did I ever think it could make me smile? It's all so pointless. Just like me.
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