The girl sat on a chair, her legs pressed together. From time to time, she would clasp her hands and breathe warmth into them.
She lifted her head to look at the moon in the night sky, her peach-colored eyes shimmering with its crystalline light. Her features were delicate, like a flower bud about to bloom, her skin fair, and her lips pursed ever so lightly. She wore a dark wool coat over a white knitted dress, and her thick, long hair brushed gently against her cheeks, giving her the soft, gentle air of a spring breeze.
Turning her gaze from the night sky, she looked toward the boys' dormitory, hugging a plastic bag to her chest as if it contained something precious.
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