An orange whirled through the air and hit her square in the face, juice splattering. She stumbled, arms raised in defense. The round assailant rolled away, leaving her
standing there, stunned and covered in peel.

柑橘類は気持ちです。 行け!

She looked up at the tree, and let out a soft laugh. The sound arced downwards,
like most things do.
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