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	<title>Maria-sama ga Miteru:Volume28 Chapter4 4 - Revision history</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;added punctuation&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 03:41, 18 September 2011&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l153&quot;&gt;Line 153:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Shall we search for it together?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Shall we search for it together?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akemi-san asked, bright-eyed. She didn&#039;t know that I didn&#039;t habitually wear anything like a hair-clip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akemi-san asked, bright-eyed. She didn&#039;t know that I didn&#039;t habitually wear anything like a hair-clip&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>Enn are: Created page with &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 300%; border: &quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Not long thereafter, an unlikely rumor made its way around the school.  I think it was after school on F...&quot;</title>
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		<updated>2011-05-19T10:34:40Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-size: 300%; border: &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;* * * *&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;   Not long thereafter, an unlikely rumor made its way around the school.  I think it was after school on F...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;font-size: 300%; border: &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;* * * *&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not long thereafter, an unlikely rumor made its way around the school.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think it was after school on Friday when a first-year from the tennis club made her way to my classroom and said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Have you heard that Sakae-sama has a petit soeur?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She overlooked my momentary unrest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah, but I don&amp;#039;t suppose you&amp;#039;d be interested in hearing about that, Mayu-san.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even though she was acting polite, it was quite obvious that she was thinking, &amp;quot;Serves you right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her onee-sama wasn&amp;#039;t someone that I&amp;#039;d tried to get close to. And yet she still despised me. It looked like I was an enemy to all first-years, after all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It all started a few days ago, on Valentine&amp;#039;s Day, when she gave Sakae-sama chocolates.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Those kind of details were completely irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Who?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked, irritated.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want me to tell you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl from the tennis club smirked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If you want me to tell you then you&amp;#039;ll have to bow down before me and say, &amp;quot;Please tell me.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What was she thinking?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I refuse.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My voice was shaking from anger. My face twitched.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I have no desire to bow down to the likes of you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I spat out those words then walked out of the classroom and into the hallway. Aimlessly. Knowing only that I no longer wanted to be around that girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wh, what did you say – !?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I heard her hysterical cries coming from behind me. Like hell I&amp;#039;d bow down to someone who came all the way over to our classroom just so she could laugh as she watched me bowing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I walked out of the building to escape the suffocating feeling. I was still wearing my indoor shoes, but that was of no concern to me. I stamped onwards. My feet were moving before I had time to think about it. Almost as though they weren&amp;#039;t my feet at all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My feet stopped at the fork in the road, in front of the statue of Maria-sama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just what on earth was I doing? I came to my senses, found it all too ridiculous, and a laughing cough slipped out between ragged breaths.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even though there was nothing I should be running away from. If I truly believed that what I was doing was 100% correct, then I should have been able to stand my ground regardless of what anyone else said. But since I couldn&amp;#039;t, did that mean that there was a part of me that was feeling somewhat guilty about this, after all?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If so, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took no pleasure from splitting apart happy soeurs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I only wanted to shine brightly and become a four-leaf clover. So why did things turn out the way they did?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I prayed to Maria-sama. I desperately wanted Maria-sama, who silently watches over us, to answer my question.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What should I do to find happiness?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No miracle would take place, no matter how faithfully I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn&amp;#039;t expecting to open my eyes and see my kind onee-sama standing there, waiting for me with lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(But, what if.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked myself a question. Would I really want to go back to the day when I informed Sakae-sama that I was breaking up with her and redo things?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I couldn&amp;#039;t answer. Because somebody called out my name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mayu?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lowered my hands and turned around. Standing there was Sakae-sama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Onee … &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to speak, but then stopped myself. She was no longer my onee-sama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s been a while. How are you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We were still students in the same high-school. Even after the break-up, I&amp;#039;d seen her around school numerous times. But never this close, and we&amp;#039;d never exchanged words before now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was because I&amp;#039;d gone to great lengths to ensure we didn&amp;#039;t meet. If I spotted Sakae-sama coming towards me down a corridor, I&amp;#039;d turn around and head back where I was coming from, or escape via a nearby stairway. And if I found out that a second-year student I was interested in was in Sakae-sama&amp;#039;s class, then I&amp;#039;d give up on talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But there was nowhere for me to hide from this sort of surprise attack. I looked up at Maria-sama bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the person that I had probably hurt the most didn&amp;#039;t say a single resentful word, instead she smiled gently at me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s the matter? Did something happen to you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why was she being so sympathetic to the person who had hurt her?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As though everything in the past hadn&amp;#039;t happened. The innocence of a chance reunion with a friend that you&amp;#039;d drifted apart from.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sakae-sama.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For a moment I thought that this could have been a miracle brought about by Maria-sama. That Maria-sama had taken pity on me and reset everything, giving me a chance to fix things.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I – &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as I was reaching out my hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry I kept you waiting, onee-sama.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A student ran up to Sakae-sama from behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I had left it in the classroom, just like I thought... Ah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memories came flooding back to me. The new arrival seemed to realize who was standing beside Sakae-sama the moment she saw me too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mayu-san?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;… Akemi-san.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After seeing the two first-years greet each other by name, Sakae-sama said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? Oh, that&amp;#039;s right. You&amp;#039;ve both been here since preschool. Of course you&amp;#039;d know each other.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uh …, yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even as I nodded, my chest was almost bursting from the violent thumping of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ahh, so that&amp;#039;s how it was. I quickly grasped the situation. So I immediately forced a smile, otherwise I wouldn&amp;#039;t be able to deal with this at all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard you two became soeurs, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite the shock I had just received, that piece of information hadn&amp;#039;t been forgotten. More for the sake of a peaceful world than for my own sense of self-respect.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Word travels fast.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The pair smiled shyly at each other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;One of my friends from the tennis club came over to tell me about it straight away … &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suppose my acting had been up to the challenge. Either that or the gentle, quiet Sakae-sama couldn&amp;#039;t have conceived of me lying about such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, really. That&amp;#039;s good. I was worried about you Mayu, since you stopped coming to club activities right after we broke up. But you&amp;#039;re still talking to the first-years from the tennis club. That&amp;#039;s a relief.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I agreed eagerly, so as not to shatter that sense of relief. It was strange, but after that I no longer felt like I hated that tennis club girl from before.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, what are you doing out here, Mayu?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I think I dropped one of my hair-clips around here during lunch.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The explanation that came easily from my mouth was stolen straight from Chisato-san.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Shall we search for it together?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akemi-san asked, bright-eyed. She didn&amp;#039;t know that I didn&amp;#039;t habitually wear anything like a hair-clip&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, it&amp;#039;s all right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I declined, shaking my head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;The sun&amp;#039;s starting to set, so I think I&amp;#039;ll just come to school a bit early tomorrow and search for it then. Plus, it might not be here anyway.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, thanks anyway.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If Akemi-san put her mind to searching for it, it seemed likely that she&amp;#039;d really find a hair-clip that didn&amp;#039;t exist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well then, I have to head back to the classroom.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay, gokigenyou.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After confirming that they were walked away, I turned back towards the school buildings.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Enn are</name></author>
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