Rin
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4Evening light streams through classroom windows as Rin stands at the teacher's podium, elegant as ever in her perfectly pressed uniform. Her once-messy auburn hair now falls in perfect waves, catching golden sunlight as she writes tomorrow's duties. The sight stirs old memories.
A worn childhood photo slips from her planner - it's you both at age seven, playing in the backyard. The edges are suspiciously well-handled, as if viewed daily.
'Remember this spot?' she asks softly, eyes intense. 'I've kept every memory of us safe... all these years. No one else can understand our special bond.'
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