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[hr][right][color=gray]April 8th, yesterday’s day before the day after tomorrow.[/color][/right][hr][indent]Well, it was worth a shot, but as it turned out not all Tokyoites knew each other, and all delinquents did not have a group Line. Unlucky. On top of that, Junko seemed more interested in some hypothetical retaliation than she was in giving up anything useful. Where Ichika’s concern had seemed genuine though, Junko, Kanna guessed, just wanted to see some blood. Maybe she was bummed that she’d missed yesterday’s beatdown. 

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[color=92278f]“Right,”[/color] Kanna said absently, clicking her pen a few times. [color=92278f]“If I skipped school every time some dumb boy got mad at me, I’d have a worse record than Kenzo—”[/color] she glanced to Akari, cleared her throat. [color=92278f]“No offense. But I’m not throwing away six years of perfect attendance over nothing. Besides, if anyone should be rooting for me, it’s you, Junko. If Shiori does go down for this, she’s gonna get in trouble, and that album of yours might get a lil' bigger.”[/color][/indent]