We're back, with more Riku p.o.v.
I own it not.
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I saw that girl again today.
She's the one with the short black hair, always messy, and the bright orange and yellow stripped scarf.
She's the girl in the baggy shorts that were obviously meant for a young boy, but she pulls it off because she's her, wearing a green and black flower-print tank-top right under that scarf and a jean jacket with buttons on it that say things like, Ninja's beat Pirates or Sky's the breeze. Or just things like snowflakes, or shuriken, or a kiss print.
She always has a light tan, and she's super skinny, and her eyes are bright and her smile is perfect.
She's perfect.
And I don't even know her name.
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Today she came up to me, while I was sitting on a park bench.
"Hey there!"
"Hey…?"
"I was wondering…"
"Yeah?"
"Is that your real hair color?"
Oh. Well, it's a start.
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Uber-drabble!