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Mizi is always happiest lazing around with Sua in the garden. She looks like an angel in her white dress, black hair creating a halo around her head.
“Do you think we’re friends in every universe?” Mizi asks one day, turning on her side to look at the other girl. The typical furrow in Sua’s brow is gone, leaving her pale face relaxed and peaceful.
Sua opens her eyes sleepily, squinting against the artificial sun, “Yeah,” she smiles, “I think so.”
Mizi hums, rolling back over, “I'm glad.”
She drifts off into sleep.