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   “ WAIT--” Miki stopped in her tracks, a curious gaze plastered over her face. Looking off to the side she noticed something out of the ordinary: an egg. “What’s an egg doing here?”

   “ I wouldn’t say that...”

   “ AH... the air outside is so nice tonight.”

                               The witch of track and field

   “ IT’S just a scrape. I’m not sure you need to do that.”

   “ OH! I’m bleeding--”

   “ MHM.” Miki nodded her head in response to the other’s question, resting her hands on her hips as she did so. “I practice running during the day. I used to partake in track and field back home so I just run to keep my mind at ease.”

    “ IT sure is pretty.” Miki responded, admiring the flower the other gave her. “Where did you find such a flower?”

   “ WELL I can’t disagree with you. That certainly would be a unique experience.”

   “ IT didn’t used to be a frequent occurrence, but recently...” She paused, furrowing her brow as she let out a sigh. “I just can’t seem to sleep well at night lately.”

   “ THERE’S nothing like not being able to sleep.”

   “ NOTHING like a late night run to clear the mind.”

   “ OH!” Miki gasped, surprised by the freshly-picked flower, taking it from the stranger and responding with a soft smile. “Thank you.”