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Urara was the kind of girl that they wrote poetry about.
She had long, blonde hair like sunshine with an effervescent aura which was so innately special as she batted her cherubic eyelashes and rehearsed her lines for her upcoming productions. An actress, a sweetheart, and most importantly of all: Komachi’s friend.
Yes, truly, Urara was the kind of girl that stoked inspiration to last a century and hang on a minute! What good was pining when Komachi herself was a writer so surely, she could turn all she felt into prose for only her pen and paper to know.