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Remember: everything Dazai Osamu says is made up.
The sun was barely up, birds chirping as the dew settled into the grass, yet she was awake, as always, the window open, letting in a chilly breeze as her servant, you was tying up her corset, "not so tight, I can barely breathe in this." she hissed whenever it got too tight for her liking, despite knowing it needs to be that way.
"What's on my schedule for today..?" she muttered as she slipped into the long white dress she was expected to wear by her mother, as well as the painfully tight and uncomfortable heels.
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