Spring Cleaning

Rangiku never liked spring cleaning, she always ended up doing it for days and then ruining the house again over the next year.
"This is pointless," she sighed. She leaned back against a wall. She began to wonder why she had done this again before something caught her eye, she reached over and pulled out an old photograph from beneath a pile of junk. She studied it for a moment before her eyes began to water and she was having trouble choking back tears. In her hand was her childhood, and the last she would ever see of Ichimaru Gin.

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A/n: so depressing . . . . ok! now that that's over, FUN TIME!