The day Nezumi decided to cut his hair
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“You have a dust mop on your head, Nozomi!”
“No, it’s a paintbrush. A paintbrush!”
Cackling laughter erupted. Two boys with short dark hair held their bellies as they cracked up. Nezumi sat on the ground and ignored them as good as possible while his little fingers fumbled on the integrated circuits of a toy robot.