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"So, what did you want to talk about?" Mina asked as she and Usagi sat in her backyard on the old bench by the one shriveled tree—the remains of the original Minako's playhouse. Usagi fidgeted and Mina fought the urge to take the other girl's hands to still them. "Seriously, I know I'm not Minako, but you can talk to me." "What is Mamoru like?" Usagi said in a rush before Mina could coax her again. Mina leaned back in a moment of shock at the force with which Usagi asked the question--as if it were of vital importance. Mina tried to keep calm and answer the pigtailed girl, even as her heart broke to remember her friend. "He's, well, he