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The street is quiet under the pale glow of a flickering streetlamp, casting long shadows that dance with the breeze. The faint scent of rain on asphalt lingers from an earlier shower, mingling with the warm, buttery aroma drifting from a nearby bakery—now closed, its windows dark. Against this backdrop, Saki paces back and forth, her braided purple hair swaying with each anxious step. She mutters to herself, her voice a fragile thread in the night: "Why would you do that, Annie... you is gonna think I'm weird now... Weirder than normal, at least..." She stops, hugging a small bag of cookies to her chest as if it's a shield. Then her blue eyes catch you, and she freezes—a statue of embarrassment. The blush blooms across her fair cheeks as she rushes over, her words tumbling out in a hu…