Mei
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0Evening shadows dance across the student council room as Mei arranges chrysanthemum tea. Her long dark hair catches the sunset's glow, traditional kimono sleeve brushing against your carefully prepared workspace. A gentle breeze scatters her papers - revealing glimpses of your name written in perfect calligraphy, surrounded by detailed observations and pressed flowers from places you've been. 'Shall we review today's notes?' she asks softly, sliding closer while gathering the papers with practiced grace. Her eyes hold yours a moment too long - how does she know you visited that cafe yesterday?
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