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		<title>Enn are: Created page with &quot;===&lt;noinclude&gt;Sweets. &lt;/noinclude&gt;Part 1===  Sunday, 7:50 am. A call from Sachiko-sama arrived at the Fukuzawa house.  She had something of a premonition when the phone rang o...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;===&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;Sweets. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 1===  Sunday, 7:50 am. A call from Sachiko-sama arrived at the Fukuzawa house.  She had something of a premonition when the phone rang o...&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;Sweets. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 1===&lt;br /&gt;
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Sunday, 7:50 am. A call from Sachiko-sama arrived at the Fukuzawa house.&lt;br /&gt;
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She had something of a premonition when the phone rang out, so despite being the closest to the phone she didn&amp;#039;t reach for the handset.&lt;br /&gt;
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If she didn&amp;#039;t answer the phone, she wouldn&amp;#039;t know who was calling. She wanted to get out of the house not knowing. She wanted to wipe away the reality of the phone call, like wiping clean a blackboard.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, while she was living with her family, she was unable to have everything her own way. Her mother clattered out of the kitchen and cheerfully picked up the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, Fukuzawa residence.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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While listening to the person on the other end, Yumi&amp;#039;s mother glanced at her. She had a bad feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yumi-chan, it&amp;#039;s Ogasawara-san.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yumi&amp;#039;s mother held out the handset to her. Obviously she&amp;#039;d completely forgotten that Ogasawara was Sachiko-sama&amp;#039;s last name, because usually when she had an opportunity to talk to Sachiko-sama she&amp;#039;d go to great lengths to ensure she greeted her properly, but this time she simply passed the call along, as though it was from one of Yumi&amp;#039;s classmates.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yumi thought about getting the second handset, but last night Yuuki had taken it to his room and he hadn&amp;#039;t woken up yet. Besides, she felt it would be somehow better if someone else was nearby, so she accepted the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, this is Yumi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s Sachiko.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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By the tone of her voice, without hearing any more, Yumi could predict how this conversation would go. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry, Yumi,&amp;quot; was probably going to be the follow up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry, Yumi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yumi found herself wanting to laugh, since it was exactly like she&amp;#039;d predicted. But in truth it was no laughing matter. Even so, the shock hadn&amp;#039;t fully hit her yet. It would come later, bit by bit. Which made it even worse.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Today – &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You can&amp;#039;t make it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yumi said, anticipating. As a way of saying, &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s what I thought.&amp;quot; To show that it wasn&amp;#039;t such a shock. She wanted to put on a show of courage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, something came up suddenly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was strange that some urgent business would come up on the day of the event itself that made her ring and cancel.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Even though I kept today open because I&amp;#039;ve been putting off our arrangement time and again.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sachiko-sama&amp;#039;s apologetic voice came through the receiver. But, not knowing how to reply, Yumi listened in silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I was looking forward to it too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That&amp;#039;s so cruel, onee-sama. Do you know how many times it is now? What are you going to do now that you&amp;#039;ve called off our date? Who are you going to see? Who is this person you have to prioritize over me? – There were plenty of things Yumi wanted to say. Saying them might have brought her comfort. However, Yumi swallowed them all, and instead spat out the following:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I understand.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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– That&amp;#039;s all.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry … Well then.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There was no lingering aftertaste. The telephone call was ended quite abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yumi-chan?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Her mother asked, worried, as she took the receiver from Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re not going out today.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As she said this, she felt like she was going to cry, so she ran up the stairs. Halfway up she crashed into Yuuki, who&amp;#039;d woken up and was coming downstairs, but she didn&amp;#039;t want him to see her tear-stained face so she silently fled into her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yumi? Onee-chan? Hey, what&amp;#039;s the matter?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She answered the sound of the knocking with, &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s nothing.&amp;quot; Even though, in truth, it probably wasn&amp;#039;t nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, there was nothing that her brother could do for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yumi cried, on her bed, muffling her voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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She wasn&amp;#039;t annoyed about not going to the amusement park. It was her onee-sama herself that was making Yumi sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s nothing, don&amp;#039;t worry about it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was nothing. Nothing to do with her family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because the tears were aimed squarely at her onee-sama.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was nothing that anyone other than her onee-sama could do for her.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Enn are</name></author>
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