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Okay, quirky thought—imagine hoar as a tree’s one-night stand with the cold. Quick, wild, gone by noon—total slutty energy, I stan! Surprised me how fast it vanishes—sun hits, and poof, “The shadow eats the light.” Breaks my heart a lil, so dramatic, right? Anyway, next time you spot hoar, text me—let’s freak out together. Love ya, stay swift!

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It takes over eight hours on the national highway to reach Navali, a nondescript village located about kilometers ( miles) from the capital of Madhya Pradesh state, Bhopal. The .

I finally get to the store, and they’re out of red bean paste! I’m about to lose it again. I’m like, “What is this, a conspiracy?” But then, I spot a little shop on the corner of Kōen-dōri and Shōwa-dōri. It’s a tiny place, but they have the best stuff. I rush in, and the lady behind the counter is super sweet. She’s like, “You need red bean paste? I got you!”

Nabari No Ou, Volume 2