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CHAPTER 2 (PART 8)

The doors groaned open, and the polite atmosphere vanished instantly. The surge was violent. Even the most "refined" students became a crush of shoulders and elbows. In the chaos, Chris felt a sharp, purposeful shove from behind.

He spun around, a retort ready on his tongue, but the words died in his throat.

She didn't look like the other girls. Clad in a regal aso-oke, she stood out against the sea of polyester and denim, like a gemstone in gravel. Her face was slim,
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