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It's red...
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just like the color of her hair.
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It's red.
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Her hair is more crimson than strawberry blonde;
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the same color is coating my hands.
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The beautiful red of that long hair means it's indeed her.
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I wanna squeeze some boobs.
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Matsuda, Motohama,
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why did we enroll in this school?
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In short, we'll get a harem!
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Or so we thought.
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It's spring, we're in the second year, and we still haven't had a single girlfriend.
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You lose the moment you give up!
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We still have a chance!
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Damn it!
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It's ridiculous how he's getting all the girls just because he's a little handsome, pretty smart, and good-natured!
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It's such an unfair world.
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Where are you going?
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Let me see too!
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Don't keep it all to yourselves!
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Damn you!
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You...!
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What the hell?
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Hey, Matsuda, Motoha...ma...
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This is bad.
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W-Wait.
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They seriously hit me with their bamboo swords.
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You left me behind!
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I wouldn't complain if I had at least seen some boobs,
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but I wasn't even looking and they still—
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