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part 3
Looking at his suit in the mirror, trying to decide between a safe tie and the red tie that Ruby had sent him, he realized with a start that this marked the first school day in years that he hadn’t seen her. Of course, the fact that he was going to see her in the matter of a few hours made little difference. Conscientious avoidance was a new thing ( Read more... ) -
part 2
“Ah.” It was the best reaction he could come up with, faced with a present that rivaled his in intensity. Hiro, the only other Japanese honors student at the university, had to be the lucky guy with Tomoyo as his secret Valentine. An enormous, themed basket stood in the mailroom, with his name in her poorly disguised handwriting.
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As he refolded the tiny slip of pink paper into some origami fowl or mammal or heavenly object, he couldn’t help but think that this was, in some way, Clow’s Fault. Because everything was so much nicer as his fault.
The teacher droned on, and he unfolded his misshapen duck-thing. There, in an irritatingly innocuous script, was the same name.
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