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I was on my bed, texting Kiba. He was where I wanted to be: home.
Home with the sycamores, with the peaches that were just turning ripe this season.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd come out here, but it was different now, and I couldn't tell if it was me, Grandma Tsunade, or the maid.
Jiraiya would have known.
But Jiraiya hadn't been here in a long time, either.
I closed my eyes. I was too hungry, too tired to think about it right now.
I fell asleep.
