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Momiji was sitting on the roof of her house, looking up at the moon.
Momiji: *had a smile on her face while deep in her thoughts* It's been another good year...I'm still alive. *glance beside her, looking at her son* At least for this year, I finally find my son and got a daughter as well. I wonder how next year is going to be.
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