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as up, her fair little face flushed red again uncontrollably."What...what is this!"She gaped, her eyes wide with astonishment.The crimson pajamas, they're called pajamas, but there's barely any fabric...le breeze, there is really an indescribable sense of peace. Even breathing, inhaling the air with the breath of nature, feels different kinds of refreshing."This is great!"Looking around, one is greet...