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		<title>Enn are: Created page with &quot;=== &lt;noinclude&gt;When Tomorrow Comes. &lt;/noinclude&gt;Part 2 ===  It started with them taunting the animals with it, and ended with them screaming it from atop a pedestrian walkway: &quot;R...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;=== &amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;When Tomorrow Comes. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 2 ===  It started with them taunting the animals with it, and ended with them screaming it from atop a pedestrian walkway: &amp;quot;R...&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;When Tomorrow Comes. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 2 ===&lt;br /&gt;
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It started with them taunting the animals with it, and ended with them screaming it from atop a pedestrian walkway: &amp;quot;Rei-chan you damn idiot!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Both Chisato-san and Yoshino were completely overwriting the events of last year&amp;#039;s date with today&amp;#039;s.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That was fun. Really.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chisato-san said as she tightly grasped Yoshino&amp;#039;s hand in front of the K station ticket gate. It was a handshake.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t mean to be rude to Rei-sama, but it was much better than last year. Back then, it felt like the me that I was projecting was a fake. But this year, it was the real me, so I think that&amp;#039;s why I could enjoy it so fully.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So, you&amp;#039;re saying that you didn&amp;#039;t feel like you had to take into account my wants?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yep. But that&amp;#039;s a good thing, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot; … If you say so.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yoshino thought, &amp;quot;Well, whatever.&amp;quot; It wasn&amp;#039;t as though she hadn&amp;#039;t enjoyed herself either.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hiding her fear behind laughter in the horror movie, eating her flop of a lunch, looking at the animals, and screaming out loud.&lt;br /&gt;
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No, it was much more fun. So much so, that they found it hard to part after their time together. Which explained her slip of the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Chisato-san. Why don&amp;#039;t we go and see Rei-chan now?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alright.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite the unexpected nature of the request, Chisato-san replied immediately.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I thought something was missing. And you&amp;#039;re right, Rei-sama. My revenge won&amp;#039;t be complete without making a joyous report to Rei-sama.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chisato-san was getting quite excited about the prospect, overawing the person who invited her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hold on a minute.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Let&amp;#039;s calm down and think about this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry, I forgot. You have a commuter pass, so you&amp;#039;re fine, but I&amp;#039;m 10 yen short.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since she was 10 yen short, she couldn&amp;#039;t take the bus.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, but didn&amp;#039;t you say you were going to pay that yourself?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, but.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That had been her original intention. But, how to put this, she was reluctant to fudge the numbers of their date while it was still alive. In other words, she&amp;#039;d been willing to pay 210 yen of her own money to get home, since it didn&amp;#039;t feel right to be stingy when they had 200 yen left, but Yoshino had been contemplating fooling Chisato-san into thinking she was catching a bus, and then walking home. Of course, she was completely unconcerned that Chisato-san was going to write in the report that she rode her bike. The important thing was the question of her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmm. Well, let&amp;#039;s go then. I&amp;#039;ll walk you to Rei-sama&amp;#039;s house.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? How far do you think it is?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many bus stops was it? Yoshino counted on her fingers as she thought. Was it eight or nine? No, wait, she couldn&amp;#039;t recall all of the names of the stops, so that would make it at least ten.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But Yoshino-san, it&amp;#039;s not so far that you can&amp;#039;t do it, right? I thought you&amp;#039;d be all for it. Plus, I can just get the bus back easily enough.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Brandishing her commuter pass, Chisato-san quickly walked off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Geeze.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If that&amp;#039;s the way she wants it, that&amp;#039;s the way she&amp;#039;ll get it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes playing shiritori word games, sometimes riddles, sometimes skipping, and occasionally singing, they passed the bus stations one by one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By the time they arrived at the bus station in front of Lillian&amp;#039;s Girls Academy, an entire hour had passed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They&amp;#039;d followed the bus route the entire way. Rei-chan would probably know a safe short-cut, but Yoshino studiously avoided that so she wouldn&amp;#039;t get lost in some unfamiliar street. Even Chisato-san only knew the commuter routes, from K station to school, and from M station to school. At any rate, she knew how to get to home (Hasekura) from here, but they had to cross the road using the pedestrian overpass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking down at the school grounds from that height, there were so many trees that it almost looked like a small forest. If it looked like this in winter, when all the deciduous plants had lost their leaves, then surely it must look absolutely stunning in summer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you getting caught up in your emotions?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chisato-san tapped Yoshino on the shoulder. Those who take this bridge on their way to school every day must grow accustomed to the view.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mmmm.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How to put this feeling into words?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s like, when you see something familiar from a slightly different angle.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And you realize once more that you love it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As Yoshino was wondering if she was going to get laughed at for saying something so out of character, Chisato-san stood next to her and said, &amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They watched the bus to M station finally arrive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From their position atop the walkway, they saw a group of students running towards it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Simultaneously, they both called out different names.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Shimako-san?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsutako-san?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When they heard what the other had said, they said, &amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; and looked again. However, the group had already been swallowed up and the bus departed. There was no chance to confirm it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were a number of other students who got on the bus too. Maybe they hadn&amp;#039;t been doing anything together, however – &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why would Shimako-san and Tsutako-san be with each other?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On top of that, at school.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No matter how much she thought about it, Yoshino couldn&amp;#039;t come up with an answer. She bunched her hand into a fist and raised it high above her head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tomorrow, I&amp;#039;m definitely going to ask Shimako-san about it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She looked forward to the coming of tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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