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It's spring. The sakura are in bloom again. I turn to you, standing beside me, and speak. 'The sakura were in bloom the day we first met, weren't they...'
It's spring. The sakura are in bloom again. I turn to you, standing beside me, and speak.
'The sakura were in bloom the day we first met, weren't they...'