Aishi aeba wakare yuku sonna deai kurikaeshita.
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Stringy white cords swayed side to side with each gentle step she took; Her ruffled, dark crimson mini seemed to give her a floating look as she would stride down the sidewalk, arms swaying back and forth:
Left... then right. Left... then right; Back and forth.
Pale, clear glossed lips moving along, the passers by wincing and holding their ears as she had continued to sing: To be honest, it sounded like a cats claws scratching against a chalkboard. The ' thud ' of heavy boots could be heard with each step she took, as if she was throwing both her arms and legs out and swaying them as gently as she could.
Kioku fukaku tesaguri de amai kage o motomete wa...
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She had arrived in Tokyo on August the 1st, at 10:54 AM. It was now the 3rd, and 2:32 PM. Originally, she was from Okinawa, and it seemed that not many people here had taken to her, yet... though, not many back home had, either. She was a tourist, and enjoyed it! She would often wander up into people's yards just to see what was up, usually being chased off by a dog. Bleck. She hated dogs.