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... e saw her wipe her tears with her hands. He felt that she looked too pitiful, so he chased after her.


When he reached her, he pulled her to an inconspicuous corner behind the main school building.


"Why are you crying?"


Emily hiccupped as she said "I… I just feel bad about myself. I thought that if I were able to best everyone else, I would deserve to stand beside you. But… my efforts were just in vain. You are beyond my reach."


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