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The reverberating ticking noise of the second hand.
The alarm clock that rings at 7:10 AM.
News that sounds all too familiar.
Knitted-cardigan and muffler.
The smell of morning.
Little white clouds exhaled by children walking to school.
The train that arrives at 7:45 AM, and the platform's tired atmosphere full of yawning and sighing.
Meaningless chit-chat, and pop spilling out from another's headphones.
Hurried opening of shoe-lockers, and footsteps walking upstairs.
Scratching of pencils, and the winter sky.
The usual classrom.
Someone's lip balm falling from the desk and rolling on the floor.
A ragged comics magazine worn out from being rolled.
An answer sheet thrown away in the trash can.
Coffee milk on the rooftop.
The quiet stillness after school.
The video rental store's bargain sales, and Christmas songs blaring out from speakers.
An arcade fighter 50 yen per play.
The hustle and bustle of the city in December, walking this way and that way,
People.
People.
People.
The sound of someone calling my name behind my back.
Solitude.
Freedom.
The comics corner of the convenience store.
Low-sugar canned coffee.
Pitch black room.
Cold dinner.
News that sounds all too familiar.
The alarm clock set at 7:10 AM.
Punpun is...
Just fine again today.

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