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		<title>Suzumiya Haruki no Seitenkan:Volume1 Epilogue</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;112.205.101.62: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Let me tell you what happened afterwards.&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
On my way to the bathroom during lunch break, I met Itsuko in the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I really should thank you from the bottom of my heart.&amp;quot; She said, greeting me with a smile, &amp;quot;This world has remained unchanged, and Suzumiya-san is here as usual. I’ll have to continue my work now, but don’t think I&#039;m not ungrateful, it’s all thanks to you that we’re all still here.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Damn right.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Of course, it&#039;s still possible that this world was only created last night! In any case, it’s an honor to have known you and Suzumiya-san. I hope to get to learn more about you,&amp;quot; Itsuko said, before taking off, waving her hand at me. &amp;quot;See you after school!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to the Literature Club room during lunch break and there sat Nagato reading his book as usual.&lt;br /&gt;
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He looked up at me. &amp;quot;For two and a half hours this morning, you and Suzumiya Haruki had disappeared from this world.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He opened his mouth and said this, and only this. Then he lowered his head and continued reading.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;m reading the book you lent me now.” I said “I should be able to return it to you in a week.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I see.&amp;quot; He responded, not looking up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Can you tell me if there are many others like you on this planet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A lot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Does that mean there&#039;ll be those who might attack me like Asakura did?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Nagato now lifted his head and looked directly at me. &amp;quot;I won&#039;t let them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I decided not to mention the library.&lt;br /&gt;
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----&lt;br /&gt;
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After school in the club room, I met Asahina-senpai, who was wearing his uniform for once instead of his maid outfit. When he saw me, he practically threw himself at me in tears.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;m so glad, I can still see you...&amp;quot; Asahina-senpai cried with his face buried in my shoulder. &amp;quot;I thought you&#039;d never...(sniff)....return to this (sniff) world...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps he just realized he was embracing me, because Asahina-senpai suddenly released me at once.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;N-no, I can&#039;t! If Suzumiya-san sees this, the same thing will happen again!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I don&#039;t really get what you&#039;re saying, Asahina-senpai...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking at the teary-eyed, adorable little Asahina-senpai, I tried to calm him down. &amp;quot;Why aren&#039;t you wearing your maid costume today?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It&#039;s being washed.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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At this point, I suddenly remembered something, and pointed towards my heart. &amp;quot;Oh yeah, Asahina-senpai, you&#039;ve got a star-shaped birthmark around here on your chest.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wiping the tears away from his eyes, Asahina-senpai looked confused. He then loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt to take a look inside it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;E-eh, that&#039;s weird... I never noticed it myself... H-hey! How did you find out!?&amp;quot; Asahina-senpai blushed furiously. Cute as always.&lt;br /&gt;
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Your future self told me about it. I wonder if I should tell Asahina-senpai the truth?&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, I heard someone near the door clearing their throat. It was Haruki, who stood there with an evil grin.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Having fun, Mitsuuru-kun?” He said, as he lifted the paper bag he was carrying. “Congratulations!” Haruki hummed a tune that sounded like it came from an old RPG. “You&#039;ve gained a level in manliness! Come! Time to change!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki moved as swiftly as a martial arts master and grabbed Asahina-senpai, who was too surprised to move.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;N...nooooo~~!&amp;quot; Poor Asahina-senpai screamed endlessly as Haruki forcefully pulled off his uniform.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Stop moving! Resistance is futile! This time it&#039;s a butler uniform! Aren&#039;t you glad you don&#039;t have to cross-dress anymore?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;A...at least lock the door!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, I went outside, shutting the door.&lt;br /&gt;
Although I feel sorry for Asahina-san, I&#039;m really looking forward to what I&#039;ll see when the door opens. I wonder how cute he&#039;ll be as a butler...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah yes, and Nagato was there as well, sitting in the corner as usual, quietly reading his book.&lt;br /&gt;
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This time, I finally handed the SOS Brigade application form to the Student Council. If I didn&#039;t bribe the Student Council, there was no way they&#039;d ever allow a club like the &amp;quot;Save the World by Overloading it with Fun: Suzumiya Haruki&#039;s Brigade&amp;quot; to exist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s why I changed the name slightly to the &amp;quot;Supporting the Student Council in Organizing the School Brigade&amp;quot; (abbreviated as the SOS Brigade), and I altered the club&#039;s activities summary to &amp;quot;providing all sorts of consultation services to any problems people may encounter at school, and to actively participate in local community services&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#039;t know what that really means, but I guess it&#039;ll be OK as long as it makes sense grammatically. After that I&#039;ll just make some posters about those annoying consultations and stick them on the board. I have a feeling we won’t get any cases that Haruki would deem as “something interesting”.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the other hand, Haruki&#039;s &amp;quot;Search for Mysterious Events&amp;quot; in the town continued under his command for the second memorable time today. According to precedent, today&#039;s activities should have involved wasting a whole weekend wandering around aimlessly, but today Asahina-senpai, Nagato, and even Itsuko all said they couldn&#039;t come as they had something important to do, so I ended up waiting all alone for Haruhi at the station ticket turnstiles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t know what those three were up to, or whether they genuinely had something important. But since they aren&#039;t normal humans in the first place, it&#039;s not surprising that they would need to handle some very important matters in some place I&#039;d never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;
I looked at my watch. There were still thirty minutes before the meeting time. I had stood here for thirty minutes already; in other words, I arrived an hour early. I did this not because I looked forward to today&#039;s activity, but because the SOS Brigade had an unwritten rule that whoever arrives last, whether they&#039;re late or not, has to pay a fine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides, there&#039;s only two people involved in today&#039;s activity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lifted my head and saw a familiar figure, casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He probably never expected me to arrive so early, and stood stunned on the spot. He then grumpily raised a hand in greeting and walked towards me. I didn&#039;t know whether his frown had to do with today&#039;s low attendance rate, or the fact that I arrived earlier than he did. I&#039;ll just have to ask him when we get to the cafe. Of course, Haruki will be the one paying.&lt;br /&gt;
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By then, I&#039;ll have many things I want to talk to him about, like where the SOS Brigade is going from now on, Asahina-senpai&#039;s costumes, trying to have him talk to his classmates for once, and asking him what he thinks of Sigmund Freud&#039;s psychoanalytic techniques.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, I need a good topic before I can start a real conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah, I&#039;ve already decided what to say. That&#039;s right, I&#039;ve decided...&lt;br /&gt;
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...To talk about aliens, time travelers, and espers.&lt;br /&gt;
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