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Six months had passed since I graduated from high school, and I was living a dull life commuting between university and my part-time job. One morning, I overslept and dashed to the station. When I arrived, out of breath, I saw a familiar girl standing on the platform. Her name was Takeda Manaka. She was a classmate from high school, a lovely girl who was the class's Madonna. When she spotted me, Manaka smiled mischievously...