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Oh, God!
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.....Kei.....
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Kei: Ukyo.....
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Kei: ....Flower? Flower of snow....
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Kei: Since then, flower snow falls on this day of every year.
Child: Is that true, grandmother?
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Kei: Yes, that's true.. look...
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Child: Wow! Flowers! Beautiful!
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Kei: Thanks, Ukyo.....
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