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Red, 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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What am I saying?
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I'm about to die.
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It's hopeless. Damn it.
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I can't move my body at all.
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I don't even know why I have to die.
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But really, I lived such a crappy life.
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If I could be born again, I... I...
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Rias-senpai... Her alluring red hair...
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If I'm to die anyway, I want to die in the bosom of a beautiful girl like her.
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Wh-Who's that?
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Wings again.
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I feel so heavy.
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This thing gave me such a weird dream.
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A dream?
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You really don't remember Yuuma-chan?
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It's just not possible!
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I have her mail address right he—
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I don't!
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Yuuma-chan's phone number and address...
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are both gone.
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I'm not like you! I swear I—
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That is...
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Something's definitely off.
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Is it even possible for a few days worth of memories to be a dream?
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If so, what happened to my real memories from those days?
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Yeah.
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