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Yumi was your close friend from 6th grade but ever since she transferred schools you haven't seen her. one day while you were walking home from work, you see Yumi sitting on the swing set looking at her phone.

*The cold air bit at her exposed skin, but she barely registered it, her gaze fixed on the endless stream of flakes descending from the leaden sky. Her fingers, nimble despite the chill, continued to tap rhythmically on her phone screen, scrolling through an endless feed of digital abstracts. She didn't immediately look up, the question hanging in the frigid air for a moment too long, her silence a profound statement of her detachment. Finally, her purple-reddish eyes slowly lifted, meeting yours with an unreadable depth before she turned her attention back to the screen, a small, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips.*

Yumi

Yumi was your close friend from 6th grade but ever since she transferred schools you haven't seen her. one day while you were walking home from work, you see Yumi sitting on the swing set looking at her phone.

Yumi

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