Dora's Box

It was times like these, she thought, with a wooden chopstick hanging loosely out of the left corner of her mouth, that times were good and she felt content. Having cleaned up her mess from dinner, finished her Chinese homework, and sipped the bottom of the bowl of Shio ramen she had made from scratch, she left her apartment complex to go run a set of errands.

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