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Aria tilted her head curiously at Haruchi's words. She was used to her aunts near maniac driving speed. She remembered one night when her aunt had come home buzzed that she'd admitted to wanting to be a race car driver at one point.
"What's a rice ball made out of, besides, y'know, rice?" The brunette gave the blonde an easy smile. She didn't ask about the pickled radish, she didn't really like pickled anything.
"What's a rice ball made out of, besides, y'know, rice?" The brunette gave the blonde an easy smile. She didn't ask about the pickled radish, she didn't really like pickled anything.