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The face of the raven twisted into a grimace of disapproval as she stood in front of the small wooden wardrobe with her arms crossed across her chest. She had seen Summer’s wardrobe and what were inside though her reaction was always the same. The clothes that were in the small cupboard were totally different from the usual clothing that Winter had in hers. There was one thing that could be concluded from the difference and that was that Winter could never be Summer. The raven decided to plan on using her free time in exploring around the streets as she realized that she had never been to anywhere aside from the dormitory, university, and the restaurant where she and Aster ate lunch at. Winter wrote her observations in the universe that she was in on the notebook that had the most blan