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		<title>Enn are: Created page with &quot;===&lt;noinclude&gt;Raindrop. &lt;/noinclude&gt;Part 3===  But having said that, she didn&#039;t actually have any way to meet her. – Shimako came to a halt at the path lined with ginkgo trees ...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;===&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;Raindrop. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 3===  But having said that, she didn&amp;#039;t actually have any way to meet her. – Shimako came to a halt at the path lined with ginkgo trees ...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;===&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;Raindrop. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 3===&lt;br /&gt;
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But having said that, she didn&amp;#039;t actually have any way to meet her. – Shimako came to a halt at the path lined with ginkgo trees and smiled bitterly to herself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before she knew it, she&amp;#039;d come to this spot.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other side of the shrubbery she could see yellows and reds going to and fro. A gathering in eye-catching street clothes. One more step along the path and she&amp;#039;d be on the university grounds.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shimako&amp;#039;s heart beat a little faster. Ahead of her were the school buildings of her onee-sama, Satou Sei-sama.&lt;br /&gt;
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(However.)&lt;br /&gt;
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She didn&amp;#039;t actually have any way to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;
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As Tsutako-san had pointed out, her onee-sama had probably been lost in the same labyrinth that she herself was in. But even if Shimako was able to confirm this, it wouldn&amp;#039;t help her out. Their circumstances were completely different.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tsutako-san said this too. There&amp;#039;s no right answer when it comes to human relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because there&amp;#039;s another person involved, a single pattern doesn&amp;#039;t exist.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shimako looked up at the university buildings ahead of her. They calmly regarded her, as though looking down upon her weak self.&lt;br /&gt;
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(I should go.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if they were able to meet, in her current state, Shimako would just be an inconvenience. For starters, having spontaneously made up her mind to do this, Shimako didn&amp;#039;t know where her onee-sama was at present.&lt;br /&gt;
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A group of university students emerged from the building&amp;#039;s glass side door. Shimako hurriedly turned her back and scurried back to the high-school grounds, putting the pathway between her and the group.&lt;br /&gt;
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But when the sounds of the seven or eight cheerful voices reached her ears, Shimako couldn&amp;#039;t help but think that her onee-sama might be having that kind of happy university life too. And in that case, there was no room for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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She&amp;#039;d thought that when the cherry blossom season had ended, that she&amp;#039;d broken though completely. But that wasn&amp;#039;t the case at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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She hadn&amp;#039;t even seen her onee-sama in that group of women but her chest had tightened in the same manner as when she&amp;#039;d seen Touko-chan by Noriko&amp;#039;s side.&lt;br /&gt;
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(But.)&lt;br /&gt;
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The truth was, even if it meant she was completely hopeless, Shimako wanted to see her onee-sama. Even though she would only be causing trouble, Shimako wanted to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her onee-sama would surely answer her. Even though it might not be what was right for Shimako. Nonetheless, she would be satisfied if their thoughts overlapped even a small amount.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back then, how had she kept running at full pace all the way to the end? Having started it without thinking of the consequences, it wasn&amp;#039;t the sort of thing you could rethink and stop midway through. Leaving things half done would be incredibly damaging too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shimako smiled ruefully.&lt;br /&gt;
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If it had been Yoshino-san or Yumi-san, they probably would have openly gone forth to meet her. No, wait. They wouldn&amp;#039;t be trapped in this labyrinth to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her onee-sama had graduated and Noriko had matriculated. Noriko had lodged herself in an empty corner of Shimako&amp;#039;s heart and became a support that propped her up.&lt;br /&gt;
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But she couldn&amp;#039;t talk to Noriko about Noriko. By the same token, nor could she talk to the residents of the Rose Mansion about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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As she entered the school building, Shimako let out a large sigh. The hallway was dimly lit and the windows closed, as though to keep out the rain, which made the air feel choking and oppressive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Checking her watch, Shimako saw that there was still a little bit of time left before the afternoon classes commenced.&lt;br /&gt;
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She felt that she wanted to see someone. To be with someone she was close to, who would call her by her name and not &amp;quot;Rosa Gigantea.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Shimako came to a halt at the place where two hallways intersected. Two paths stretched out ahead of her. One led to the first-year camellia classroom and the other to the Rose Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, Shimako didn&amp;#039;t walk down either of those paths, she took two, three steps backwards, then turned and headed towards her second-year Wisteria classroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thinking that neither of those would put her at ease.&lt;br /&gt;
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But that was the personality she&amp;#039;d been born with, and changing it wasn&amp;#039;t something she was able to do.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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