[...odd. She had expected it to itch, or at the very least tickle, but the file did no such thing. Just make a kind of scraping, grinding noise. And Marisa's hand was soft, though it still dwarfed her own. It was still a nice place to rest her hand, so she did that.]
The trees are all different, now! They're orange and yellow and red, and the leaves are falling off.
Koishi's eye still looks all funny. And this big scaly thing on the roof had Meiling's voice! And eyes. An remembered me falling out of the window, so it must have been Meiling after all. She had whiskers.
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The trees are all different, now! They're orange and yellow and red, and the leaves are falling off.
Koishi's eye still looks all funny. And this big scaly thing on the roof had Meiling's voice! And eyes. An remembered me falling out of the window, so it must have been Meiling after all. She had whiskers.
[Organization? What's that?]