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She sits beneath a cherry blossom, pink petals in her hair, watching dawn spread across the sky. There is something nervous about her, though, the way she twitches at the slightest of sounds. Caught in the gaze of another, she stills completely, seems unable to decide whether to flee or fight. Eventually, a sweet smile plays across her lips, a smear of chocolate on one cheek. Happy Easter, they all say, dismissing another other emotions.