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"Mizuki, elle est sympa. Porquoi n'essayez-vous pas d'etre amis?"

"J'ai du mal, Maman." Mizuki huffed, though she knew that if Elle ever heard of her turning someone away for a silly reason, she'd never hear the end of it whenever they were all home. She could picture her godmother speaking now. Friends become fans, Mizuki.

" Je connais, ma petite. Nous sommes tous." Madeline closed her eyes for a few seconds, speaking once more. " Peut-étre que cela aidera?" Mizuki's mother then left the room, closing the door behind her. If this was going to involve Augustine in any way, it's best that she left before breaking into tears and embarrising them both.

Mizuki looked at her mother and then Yume, then back at the binder of cards, unsure of how to phrase what she was thinking.

Mizuki took a breath, which formed into a small smile. Maybe she could do this, recover quicker than she thought.

Translation:

Mizuki, she's nice. Why don't you try to be friends?

I'm going through a hard time, mother.

I know, my little girl. We all are. But maybe this will help?