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Saturday, June 23, 2007

I feel weird right now.
"Mayama-kun, have you heard who's going to work with us on our latest project?"

"Not really." I didn't know that there was another project waiting in line. "So who's joining our party?"

"Well, the clients noticed that the corridors were a bit empty. The garden was fine but something was missing. The landscape architect also recommended that the garden needed more color and emphasis. It's pretty obvious who's fit for the job? I mean she's a--"

"S- she?" wait... are we talking about potteries? "Don't tell me."

"Konnichiwa."

"Ahh, here she is now. Welcome aboard."

"Ya- Yamada-san?"

"Ma- Mayama. It's been a while." she smiled.
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