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Do You Have Answer-Shades
The shades of “blues” might have an intense wavelength. It literally overshadows her “colorful seasons”. This school champion might already realize this. Games are not that easy in this "normal world." An imperfect design never fits into the Fine System. It never fails to tell her how bad she is in this. It might be her first criticism. She push herself hard, in this race of Infinite Perfection. Sometimes running, chasing, breaking. Even pleading never going to works. It's not that easy. Right? The more intense she gets, the more she sags and breaks. but she is still too imperfect to get pity on her. What she tries to do? does she collect the shattered pieces? that was over-walked by many without even noticing. What… sudden gray shades in the weather? ooh….! I think rain is going to come. It is one of an intense, heavy rain. Why does she still crawl over there? Wait.. what shading her? Is that wings, that she folded before leaving school? Wow…! It's almost rusted, what red shades on it ? Oh, my god, I think we caught. Hi...…! "May I fly again?"
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