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[hr][right][color=gray]April 7th, Year 1[/color][/right][hr]
[indent][indent][color=FF295E]“A fruitful member of society...”[/color] Akari mused as she looked at the girl blankly. [color=FF295E]“You sound like you rehearsed that line a thousand times.”[/color]

The raven-haired Japanese girl was somewhere between confused and annoyed as her peppy classmate declared she never broke a rule ever and that it was all part of a plan to… to… net a husband who would someday be Prime Minister of Japan? It sounded like some kind of made up thing, a fantasy she had formed in her head. Akari didn’t have those kinds of fantasies, nor did anyone else she knew of in town save for a few delusional members of her class. Who was Ichika trying to convince here? Akari or [i]Ichika?[/i] It was strange, and that strangeness continued to pique Akari's curiosity enough to where she didn't tell Ichika that she didn't care and she should stop being annoying.

Or was Akari being over-serious again?
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