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The air is sweet around the Steppe, filled with the scent of blossoming flowers and baked goods, the breeze stirring fallen petals into a spiraling dance. Mask can’t smell it though. Can’t smell anything in this gas mask, but he’d long gotten used to it. People had stopped asking questions about it too. Or maybe they never had any in the first place. Hard to remember.
“I’m just saying,” he tells one of the upperclassmen he’d found, unconcerned with whether he was being a distraction or not. Looked like the other guy was helping out with deliveries, gathering pastries into a box from one of the stands. “Everyone’s so obsessed with eating natural stuff these days. I don’t get it... I think it’s all a big scam. You shouldn’t let people fool you like that.”
