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“And what year is it?”                                                                               this route years ago and thankfully, nothing from the route has changed since
                                                                                                                                   then, because her father would not be able to teach her again.


                              “Year 2086? Why would you ask?”
                                                                                                                                           After 50 minutes of walking, they arrived at their school. A school made
                                                                                                                                   of nothing but walls.
                              “Ohh, today is your sixteenth birthday, isn’t it?”



                                                                                                                                           “Good morning, Charlie!”  Angeline greeted the only child in the
                              “Using what you learned in yesterday’s math class, huh?”
                                                                                                                                   classroom while waving.



                              “Hehehe, I’m correct, aren’t I?”                                                                             “Ah- Good m-morning”, Charlie squeaked.




                              “Well yeah… You’re not wrong, but we don’t celebrate birthdays do                                            Although they were childhood friends, Charlie still seemed to be shy in
                       we? There is no need to mention that.”
                                                                                                                                   front of Angeline.



                              “But I thought it was at least notable…” said Lucas, as if about to cry,                                     “...Didn’t your mother accompany you?” Charlie asked while scratching
                       trying to seek comfort from his sister.
                                                                                                                                   his head.



                              “Crying again? Come on, don’t cry. I’m here for you.” Angeline spoke                                         “Nope, I guess she went to work earlier. But I had Lucas today, so it
                       softly, hugging her 10-year-old brother.                                                                    wasn’t a lonely trip.”




                              “Happy Birthday… Nee-chan,” he wished, with a very soft voice, soft                                          “Working for the production line sure is tough… ”
                       enough to be drowned out by the sounds of the surrounding machinery.



                                                                                                                                           “It can’t be helped I guess. But soon enough, I’ll be helping her out.
                              “Thank you, Lucas,” she smiled.
                                                                                                                                   Maybe it’ll lighten her workload. She has had to work more since my father-”




                                                                                                                                           “Greetings, children,” an old man greeted as he entered the classroom,
                                                                                                                                   supporting himself with crutches.

                              Walking  towards  where  their  school  was  located,  Angeline  chose
                       to take a longer trip, avoiding the disgusting view of the slums where the                                          “Good Morning, Mr Giorno,” Angeline greeted, forgetting about what
                       Imanity lived, for her brother’s sake. Her father was the one who taught her








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