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1 There was no feeling of joy in the dark haired girl's senses afterwards.
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2 Tomoyo spent the entire evening inside her room and refused human contact
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3 from anyone else in the house. She laid down on top of her bed with her
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4 head embedded in her pillow. She began to weep as her sobs were muffled by
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5 the thick cushion. There was no way for her to understand why Sakura
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6 rejected her without any clear motive. Tomoyo couldn't stop thinking about
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7 why things went wrong for her. She lifted her head up and glanced across
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8 the room at the camcorder. She had recorded many images with it and had
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9 captured many memories, but the subject of a vast majority of those
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10 memories was Sakura. Whether it was getting footage of the capture of a
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11 Clow Card, or taking shots while walking through the park, Tomoyo would
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12 always playback anything that had her best friend in it. The thought of
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13 Sakura use to shine a beacon of joy within Tomoyo's heart, but tonight,
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14 sadness was the only feeling that rested in her heart. Tomoyo didn't think
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15 she would ever watch any of her videos again, or even use the camcorder
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16 again. The dark haired girl placed her head on her pillow and cried as
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17 heartache overtook her senses.
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18 >
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19 > The whole situation was still confusing for Sakura. After spending
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20 almost an entire day's time thinking about it, Sakura decided to do some
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21 rollerblading to clear her head. But gliding down the sidewalk in the
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22 early afternoon didn't make any difference. 'What did she mean by it?'
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23 Sakura thought to herself. 'And why did she do it? I still don't
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24 understand.' Sakura fully understood Tomoyo's intention for writing the
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25 letter, what she didn't understand was how it could be natural for Tomoyo
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26 to feel that way. 'Was she just joking about it? Hmm...no, that's
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27 probably not it. She wouldn't have done anything like that to me. But how
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28 could she say all that and mean it?' As Sakura continued skating, her
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29 thoughts went to what was actually said in Tomoyo's letter. Sakura
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30 recalled the feelings of emotion that the letter tried to convey. She
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31 didn't think much of it at first, but the more she thought about it, the
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32 more she related it to all of the moments she was with Tomoyo. She thought
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33 about all of the times that Tomoyo looked up to her and gave her support
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34 when she was a card captor. She thought about the times when the two of
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35 them would just hand out together. The one thing that Sakura rememberd the
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36 most about Tomoyo was the way she looked at her. Tomoyo's eyes were always
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37 full of cheerfulness and affection, and now that Sakura had read the
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38 letter, she understood why Tomoyo always had that look of affection. The
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39 brown haired girl's thoughts began to effect how fast she was moving on her
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40 rollerblades. Her speed decreased until she came to a stop at a street
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41 corner. As Sakura stood motionless, she thought about how much Tomoyo
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42 cared for her, about how much her heart went out to Sakura. Then her mind
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43 went back to how she treated Tomoyo the other day, the way she abandoned
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44 her best friend without telling her how she felt. She was beginning to get
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45 mad at herself for reacting that way and she was starting to imagine how
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46 Tomoyo was feeling about all of this. Sakura was afraid of committing the
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47 crime she hoped never to commit, breaking the feelings of her best friend.
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48 Tomoyo's bright smile was something that the brown haired girl loved to see
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49 and it got to her that she might not see it again. But as guilt was making
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50 its way into the girl, another feeling came in that was even stronger. The
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51 feelings that Sakurta had for Tomoyo were tremendous. Sakura had always
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52 felt that she wanted to help out her friend if she felt sad or worried.
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53 Her desire to help was greater than it had ever been, even while she knew
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54 that she was the cause of the problem. It was now she realized that she
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55 cared about her friend so much, that she loved her. This new discovery
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56 shocked Sakura as well as added to her confusion. It was hard for her to
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57 think that she could feel that strongly toward another girl. There was
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58 nothing that seemed logical in the situation that Sakura was in. The brown
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59 haired girl was lost in the thoughts of her mind until she heard something
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60 approach. As she looked forward to see what brought her back to reality,
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61 she saw that a black car was coming down the street. It didn't take Sakura
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62 long to recognize the vehicle. "That's Tomoyo's car," she said. As the
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63 car passed her, Sakura was able to get a good look inside. Sakura noticed
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64 the driver and Tomoyo's bodyguards and, for a brief instant, saw that
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65 Tomoyo was riding along with them. But it was the expression on Tomoyo's
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66 face that got Sakura's attention. The dark haired girl had her head hung
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67 low with a lok of utter depression. It was obvious to Sakura how her
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68 friend felt as the car drove by. Sakura watched until the vehicle was out
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69 of sight. The girl became concerned over what she had seen. But even as
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70 she felt sorry for her best friend, she cringed after seeing the results of
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71 her actions firsthand.
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