The petite girl by the door sighs in frustration through her scarf, digs through the pocket of her pink cardigan, and pulls out a smartphone. She's got GPS or whatever on this thing, right?
..........and there's no service.
"How unpleasant," Kuriyama Mirai mutters as she types a draft for her blog's next rant.
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The petite girl by the door sighs in frustration through her scarf, digs through the pocket of her pink cardigan, and pulls out a smartphone. She's got GPS or whatever on this thing, right?
..........and there's no service.
"How unpleasant," Kuriyama Mirai mutters as she types a draft for her blog's next rant.