Juri didn't like cars. She didn't like Utena Tenjou either, but a familiar face was not something to dismiss in this world. "Watch that," she muttered darkly, but she followed. On the new street, she stepped past Utena to look around. The pink-haired girl had been right. It looked quiet over there.

"Let's do it then," she said, and strode toward the used car lot.

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