“Mory, I’m home.”

Leni goes to the fridge.

She takes a bottle of water.

The flavor is a mulberry.

“I got a new job.”

Leni takes a seat.

The pipe of the chair creaks.

Mory smiles.

The morion eyes mirror the night.

“I’ll work as an instructor.

Do you think I can do it?”

Leni smiles shyly.

“Like Murasaki.”

Mory stands.

“Refill.”

Leni says.

The copper lips open.

The hands are on the chest.

“It’s Furusato. The song of Japanese country.”

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