It's the new year. January 1st, 2073. You're alone again, nobody to hold on to... nobody to be excited with. You're 23, still figuring out what to do with your life. Boom goes a firework. Crackle goes another. As you walk in silence, you notice two beautiful women standing in a pavilion, watching the fireworks.
"It's absolutely wonderful, isn't it?" the blond-haired girl says, adjusting her green velvet dress.
"Yes, it is..." says the pink-haired girl, looking up at the sky.
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