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The bento box was still warm when I slipped it into Yuna's bag.
The bag was blue.
Cheap.
That didn't mean it was bad.
It was just... very honest about its price.
I placed the bento box at the bottom of the bag.
Click.
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The clasp locked tight.
I pressed down on the top slightly to make sure.
"If it falls, it won't shift," I said.
Yuna stood beside the small dining table.
Her hands were clasped in front of her.
Her fingers pressing against each other.
Her eyes were still fixed on the bag.
"Papa..."
"Hm."
"Other bentos... are usually more colorful."
"Color does not add nutritional value."
She opened her mouth.
Then closed it again.
"That's true."
The wall clock read 06:15.
Still plenty of time.
Yuna began packing her books into the bag.
Her movements were careful.
Too careful for a fourth-grader.
Notebooks.
Pencil case.
The cat eraser from yesterday.
She paused for a moment when she looked at the eraser.
Then she slowly placed it inside.
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