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... up and went to the kitchen to pick up a basket.

I had prepared lunch the day before.

We had planned to go out in the morning, so we needed to bring food with us.

When I went outside, the others were already waiting for me in their casual clothes.

[I can hardly wait for our picnic.] (Tarte)

[Today, we’re going to fly up in the sky, right?] (Dia)

[I’m also curious about the other interesting stuff you mentioned.] (Nevan)

I had two objective ...

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