[ On Tuesday morning, a new postcard appears on the bulletin board. On it is a drawing sketched in pen of a child half buried in some dirt on a hill, as if he's been planted like a little radish, with a figure that looks a lot like Wei Wuxian next to him watering the ground around him as they both laugh.
For the small space, the drawing is nice. The handwriting, however? Not so much... but it's legible, at least. ]
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For the small space, the drawing is nice. The handwriting, however? Not so much... but it's legible, at least. ]
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