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... aned against the railing on a building rooftop while restlessly pulling some fries from a paper takeout bag.
She was about 10 and her glossy black hair was worn in a bob cut, so she might have looked something like a Japanese doll. Except she was wearing a pure white military uniform with a tight skirt. Add in the long boots and she provided a strange mixture of Japanese and Western.
She focused on the earphone that was linked to her phone.
“I never got to say it because ...
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