🌸Cherry Blossom Palette🎨
🌸Chapter 6: Monday🎨
Written by EmtenDew
Edited by P. serrulata
Author's note:
ED: At last, June 21 is behind us! I could have released the previous chapters in fewer installments, but my goal for each chapter is to stay between 2K and 4K words. My editor thinks that length is "easily digestible" (unlike the "walls of text" essays he seems to scare people with on Reddit). I'm not sure if I'm right or not, but I think each of my chapters would probably fit as a chapter in the manga, at least lengthwise. That is my hope.
I would love to put out two chapters a week. Thursday and Sunday. I'm not sure it's possible though. I am being transferred to a different department at work while working at home, and it's been stressful. Then my editor will be pretty busy with harvest until November. It's a lot of back and forth between us to get even one chapter finished. We are still well ahead of schedule if we release one chapter a week, but we will see what the future holds. New chapters will release Thursdays for now.
I also think I'm improving my grammar a little as Serrulata helps me in the writing and editing process. I learned more watching a few 10-minute videos he linked me about comma usage and sentence structure than I ever learned in school. It's not perfect, but I think I'm starting to get it. He says he still struggles with it himself and catches things we both missed when he rereads uploaded chapters.
Please look at the Q&A section I set up at the end of the chapter. Ask us anything, and we'll add another section in the next chapter. I would be happy if you ask questions.
Please enjoy what I wrote.
June 24, 2018
The middle of the school day on Monday had finally rolled around, and Naoto Hachioji was making the walk to the Art Club's room to eat his lunch. Since his parents had only come back to town late the night before, and he'd finished off most of the food in the house, he'd visited the cafeteria for lack of bento fixings. It was just a sandwich, but he wasn't all that hungry in the first place.
He'd hoped to eat in peace, but it was far more likely a certain group of kohai would either already be there or would trickle in soon enough.
But that was okay. It would be fun to talk to them. He didn't feel guilty about missing Gamo-chan's impromptu (though she'd likely been sitting on the idea for a long time, sad and desperate for such an occasion) karaoke party, but he realized he'd disappointed at least two or three of the girls by not attending Friday night.
Naoto, though, had been up to other things on Friday. His parents, having left the house for a couple days, had requested he stay home overnight to watch the house. That meant leaving the much-anticipated video game session with his friends, Shuu and Tohru, early, but a few hours of gaming and junk food was far from the "highlight" of the evening.
No, that distinction belonged to the really messed up encounter he'd had with Sakura Inori, beginning at approximately 21:45 on June 21, 2018 anno domini.
It just didn't seem real, the whole thing… He'd been trying hard to not think about it too much, but it was challenging. Some pretty crazy shit had happened, though they managed to reach an… understanding of sorts.
After he and Sakura had their after-midnight snack of his leftover pizza and fried chicken, the two had gone to bed.
Naoto woke up around 8:00 a.m. that Saturday, but Sakura slept in. Checking on her, he—by no fault of his own—found the door to the guest room open. He didn't have to step in to see she was in a deep, peaceful sleep. Neither had said a thing about a wakeup time, so Naoto just let her sleep. And she slept half the day. He knew she must have needed it.
When Sakura finally woke up, their lunch had been an awkward occasion, Naoto making a few fried egg sandwiches for them. Neither said a word about the night before, besides what was necessary. They didn't really need to; they'd both been there, after all.
But the day went on.
Sakura called the manga café to learn her purse, jacket, and shoes had turned up during a cleaning; she could retrieve them anytime.
Naoto gave her an old t-shirt of his that fit a little better than the shapeless garment he'd given her the night before; it didn't look too bad with her clean pleated skirt. Add a pair of clean socks and a pair of wooden slides nobody would miss, and she, having been walked by her friend to the station, hopped on the bus, presumably to visit the manga café and then head home.
That was the last Naoto seen of or heard from Sakura. He hadn't-
"Senpai!"
He felt a hearty clap on the back as he turned into the hallway leading to his clubroom.
"Yowch!" it felt like his sunburn—gotten nine days earlier—was back, and that was all but healed; he scowled.
Guess who…
"Hi, Senpai~!" Nagatoro gushed, scanning his entire being.
"…" Naoto had nothing nice to say, not with that greeting.
He hadn't seen Nagatoro since Friday, and that was for a minute at the shoe lockers. He'd expected to receive text after text from the karaoke party, but none had come. They would've gone unheeded after about 10:00 p.m. anyway; he'd all but forgotten about anything outside of the little world he and Sakura had shared.
However, Nagatoro had ragged him much of Saturday and Sunday about missing karaoke. It was cute at first, but by Sunday morning, he'd just ignored her messages. He rarely responded to them anyway, so it wasn't like she would've known.
It could really kill his appetite for her "affection" when she was such an ass about it. He felt even less "guilty" about missing karaoke.
But… maybe things had been fated to go as they did Friday. That Monday might've looked quite different if the path home three days prior had differed even slightly.
Nagotoro was very unaware of his ruminations and continued to prod, "C'mon, Senpai, I'm hungry!"
She poked him in the spots she knew to be ticklish, and he responded in turn.
"Bah! Oh! Ha ha! Stop!" was about all that came out of his mouth until he'd made it to the door of the clubroom, unable to get away from the girl.
Sliding open the door, the two of them saw the clubroom was already occupied.
"'Sup, Paisen?!" Gamo-chan called cheerfully, waving from the couch.
Yoshi was next to her, "'Sup?!"
The two girls had a bag of chips open between them.
Not the couch… Naoto hated when people ate messy foods on the couch. He didn't really use it, but he found himself cleaning up most of the crap around there.
But he let it slide and greeted the girls, "'S-'sup?"
Nagatoro bounded over, standing over Gamo-chan, "Hey, are those more of those shrimp things?"
Gamo-chan popped a chip into her mouth with a crunch, "Oh, yeah. It's left over from Thursday."
"Well, save some for me!" Nagatoro beat a path back to the door. "Be right back!"
Naoto hadn't even sat down yet, and he watched Nagatoro scramble out.
He knew what her hurry was.
She was so focused on making him miserable, she forgot to go to the bathroom…
It wasn't the first time she'd ignored nature's call to cause him a little grief. Naoto didn't want it to happen, but it wouldn't break his heart if her tunnel-vision led her to peeing her pants someday, in exchange for all the trouble he put up with.
He turned to head to the table; he saw his fellow club member, Hana Sunomiya, sitting and eating in the corner, as was her wont.
She nodded, "Hachioji-senpai."
He smiled, remembering Sunomiya had gone to the karaoke party on Friday, "Hello."
The girl didn't immediately go back to her lunch.
Sitting at the table, Naoto opened his sandwich, turning towards his kohai, "Did you have fun the other night?"
It wasn't all that often he got to see "normal" emotions and reactions out of her, but he was in for a treat.
Sunomiya beamed warmly, clutching her chopsticks between her hands, a little red in the cheeks, "It was so much fun, Hachioji-senpai."
Naoto felt the table jolt next to him. Turning with a yip, he was faced with Gamo-chan's savage grin.
"You shoulda seen her, Paisen," she smirked, but it was an "honest" smirk. "Did you know Hanacchi has the voice of an angel?"
Hanacchi?! Naoto was bemused, but he saw Sunomiya squirming happily in her seat at the sound of her new nickname and the praise.
Another rattle saw Yoshi join on his other side.
"Straight down from Heaven above!" she issued. "We're not worthy!"
The two old friends prattled about Friday night.
Naoto, while hearing Sunomiya "(had) the voice of an angel", wasn't really listening to the rest of the chatter. He was just delighted—beyond delighted, really—that she had such a nice time with the other girls.
And a nickname! Hanacchi!
He felt a warmth, he was so delighted! Sometimes… things just seemed perfect…!
In fact, he was feeling so tranquil, it showed.
And it was weirder than shit!
It was also quite revolting to bystanders.
Gamo-chan backed away, having returned her attention to him, "Ah! Paisen! What's wrong with you?!"
He blinked, coming back.
Yoshi, also putting some distance between herself and her senpai, was legitimately unnerved by his conduct, needing no example to follow for her own personal reaction, "Sensei's… broken."
"Huh?" he was back.
Naoto's lunch—half-masticated and rife with saliva—was falling out of his mouth, dribbling down the front of his shirt.
"Bleh…!" he quickly grabbed a napkin, covering his face and catching what used to be part of a sandwich.
Gamo-chan and Yoshi—and certainly Sunomiya—weren't laughing at this; they were appalled.
"What the Hell was that?!" Gamo-chan exclaimed. "You looked like you were having a stroke or something!"
How would he explain this? Seriously… Oh, whatever…
"I, uh…" Naoto just told the truth, beyond humiliated. "I'm… just really happy you all had fun on Friday…"
It took a few seconds for this seemingly absurd answer to strike a chord with any of the girls.
"Pfft!" Gamo-chan snorked.
Yoshi's color rose, "Eww…!"
The two girls guffawed, soon crying tears of laughter.
Naoto, clumsily cleaning himself up, made to adjust his glasses—he kept forgetting he wasn't wearing them—and could feel himself going crimson.
"You're a riot, Paisen!" Gamo-chan screamed.
Yoshi crowed, "You're nuts!"
Yeah, Naoto was decidedly mortified with this, wanting to disappear…
But he rapidly felt better about their primal joy at his expense, seeing Sunomiya shaking with mirth, poorly attempting to hide her reddening face behind her hands.
He sighed, allowing himself a goofy, self-deprecating grin.
Well, things didn't HAVE to be perfect… Naoto mused.
Clatter!
Naoto jumped at the sound of the sliding door.
"Oh, what'd I miss~?" Nagatoro reentered the room, eagerly so, realizing she'd let pass something fun.
"You shoulda seen it, Hayacchi!" Yoshi spouted, turning to her. "Grossest ever!"
"Paisen looked like that…" Gamo-chan snapped her fingers, trying to remember; she did. "Yeah, he looked like that fat guy from that Monty Python movie!"
"With the eggs on top!" Yoshi uttered in English, possibly giving the worst imitation of a British accent ever delivered. "Monty Python's the Meaning of Life!"
"We found that VHS copy of my dad's when we were little!" Gamo-chan's eyes were streaming in her merriment. "And on YouTube! That was so gross! What was his name?"
"Creosote-sama!" Yoshi knew.
Gamo-chan hooted, "Mr. Creosote!"
Both girls fell about themselves, laughing even harder than before.
After a moment, Gamo-chan waved her arms around, getting Yoshi's attention, "Wait, wait, wait! Uh… 'How are we today?'"
More English!
Yoshi did her best to duplicate the voice, her cheeks full of corn chips, "'Be'er…'"
"Better?" Gamo-chan knew the line.
"'Be'er get a bucket, I'm gonna throw up!'" crumbs sprayed from Yoshi's mouth.
Gamo-chan groaned in disgust, shrieking with hilarity.
Nagatoro… didn't get it, "What are you two talking about?"
"Video!" Yoshi held up her phone is if it was the Holy Grail. "I found Creosote-sama!"
Gamo-chan faded, "Oh… how 'bout not…?"
She was all for fun, but it was lunchtime, and the scene from the movie was a level above "normal" disgusting.
Naoto noticed Gamo-chan's aversion to the idea, and he wanted nothing to do with it. He'd mind his business, and he returned to his sandwich.
But Nagatoro was excited. After all, she'd been occupied and hated not being in on the fun.
"Oh, I wanna see~!" she chirruped, returning to the couch.
Gamo-chan warned, "Uh, Hayacchi…? Bad idea."
Nagatoro paid her no mind.
Yoshi bounded over to the couch, waving at Sunomiya, "Hanacchi~! Wanna watch a funny video?"
Sunomiya eyed her with suspicion; she slowly shook her head.
Oh, boy… Naoto was even more worried; he could tell when their little kohai was wise to something.
Gamo-chan tried again, some real concern in her voice, "Hayacchi… no…"
Nagatoro scoffed, "Big, bad Gamo-chan and Hanacchi are out! Chickens!"
"I'm not a chicken," Gamo-chan asserted.
"Chicken, chicken, chicken!" Nagatoro began to bawk. "Just like all your squawking on Friday night!"
Nagatoro's braying laughter was murder on the ears, and Naoto observed Gamo-chan deflating, clearly hurt, color rising in her cheeks. He felt bad for her.
Great… Nagatoro hurt her feelings…
Abruptly, Gamo-chan's demeanor changed; she leered, "Fine… go for it."
Nagatoro boasted, "I will, chicken. And I bet Senpai's chicken too!"
Naoto looked up, and he wanted no part in any of it, "Uh, yeah… I'm chicken."
He'd stated this so flatly that Nagatoro had nothing to say.
"Well, whatever…" she settled; she turned to the blonde. "Show me, Yoshi!"
Yoshi whooped, waking up her phone again.
Naoto felt Gamo-chan move closer, and she muttered, "Paisen…"
He almost choked on his bite of sandwich, "…!"
"Watch this," she nudged him, pointing to the girls on the couch.
He cleared his mouth, "Huh?"
"I could go the rest of my life without seeing it again…" the girl took on a rancorous grin. "But you should watch it sometime… when you're not eating."
"Gamou-san…" he wondered. "Is this okay? I mean…"
"You really are kind, Paisen," her face softened just a little. "But sometimes, you just need to let these things happen."
"Why?" incredulous was her senpai.
She looked at him, sizing him up, "I heard what she was doing to you in the hallway. I bet she did it all the way here…"
He shook his head, "I don't want payback…!"
"Well… if not for you, then for me," the visceral smile returned. "She kept on ruining the duets I was singing with Hanacchi… and blamed me when the score tanked. I don't even care that she was joking. Anyway, a duet's not supposed to be a trio, and Hayacchi doesn't have a monopoly on the songs we usually sing together."
"…" Naoto saw nothing good coming out of this.
"Also, I don't like it when she calls me chicken," she growled. "Let me have this."
How petty…
Gamo-chan sometimes had a real cruelty about her.
"This isn't right…" Naoto said, but he put up no more protest.
So, Naoto and Gamo-chan listened, the former apprehensive and the latter elated.
A song—in "English-English"—began to sound from Yoshi's phone.
"Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis?"
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…
After about five minutes of watching the "Mr. Creosote" scene from Monty Python's the Meaning of Life, Nagatoro had turned green. And Yoshi was looking far less enthusiastic than when they'd started the video. They probably should have just stopped watching, but Nagatoro wasn't about to "chicken out", and Yoshi may not have known how to stop.
Naoto was squirming in his seat, seriously put off by Gamo-chan's fidgeting and quiet—but wholly malicious—laughter next to him.
Oh, boy…
Not a moment later, Naoto was sure he'd heard an explosion from the video.
Nagatoro almost immediately stood up, gagging, and bolted out of the door to the girls' room.
Yoshi kept watching, her face screwed up into a fine picture of nausea.
And Gamo-chan laughed. She laughed hard, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Naoto shuddered.
Oh, to wind up on Gamou-san's bad side…
At least he was no longer upset with Nagatoro; he'd been simmering some over her jabbing him on the way to the clubroom, but he was now over it.
He wasn't proud of the fact he felt that way, but as with letting Gamo-chan have her "fun", he let it go.
The girl in question patted him on the back, "She's fine, Paisen. Don't worry."
He did worry… a little. He hated to see Nagatoro hurt or put out, and he felt a little guilty for not doing more to arrest the spiteful prank. But it wasn't nearly as bad as if she'd wet herself or something, and he admonished himself for even thinking such a thing earlier.
Neither of them was paying much attention, so it was a bit of a shock when their kohai seemed to materialize out of nowhere.
Sunomiya had finished her lunch, and she stood before her two senpai.
Gamo-chan recovered first from the surprise and beamed, "Hey, Hanacchi… on your way?"
Naoto wasn't always sure just what was going through Sunomiya's head, but it was pretty obvious she took issue with what had just happened as she glared at Gamo-chan.
Whoa…
"Oh, don't look at me like that, Hanacchi," Gamo-chan gave her kohai a playful, lackadaisical smirk. "We were pulling off scores of 97 and 98 before 'off-key Hayacchi' decided to ruin all our duets by making them into trios."
"…" Sunomiya continued to stare.
"Ah, come on…" the smirk hadn't left her face. "That was just for a laugh."
"That was wrong," Sunomiya said, so quietly that only the other two could hear.
And it was all she said; she left the clubroom, not sparing Naoto her glare on the way out.
Gamo-chan's expression fell.
Naoto watched Sunomiya shut the door, and he heard her walk away.
He turned to Gamo-chan. She was stricken.
"Uh… Gamou-san?"
The girl didn't move a moment. She sighed heavily, and put her arms on the table, going facedown into her forearms.
"…" she whispered something to herself.
Naoto couldn't understand what she'd said, and he was about to call her name again, but…
Something told him not to.
It didn't take a scholar to recognize she was remorseful, but it felt best to keep quiet.
He didn't know what to do. Looking over to Yoshi, she gave no indication of her own mentality.
Another few moments passed.
He-
The door rattled.
Naoto looked over, seeing Nagatoro reenter the room.
Gamou-san…!
He turned to check on the brawny girl, not wanting Nagatoro to see her so despondent, but she wasn't sitting beside him anymore.
Gamo-chan was leaning against the table, looking chipper.
"You okay, Hayacchi?" she tried to appear mostly carefree but slightly concerned.
"Yeah…" Nagatoro answered. "I thought I was gonna be sick. That was bad."
"Forgot how bad…" Yoshi croaked.
Gamo-chan scratched her cheek, addressing Nagatoro, "Sorry, Hayacchi…"
Nagatoro looked surprised, "What for?"
Her best friend blinked, briefly confused; she recovered and said easily, "Ah, I'm sorry that nearly had you puke."
"It's not your fault, Gamo-chan," Nagatoro shrugged. "It's not like you forced me to watch."
Gamo-chan just went with it, but she added, "Sorry I laughed…"
"Seriously?" Nagatoro almost seemed weirded out by the unease. "It was probably pretty funny."
"I guess," Gamo-chan settled.
Naoto had been paying close attention:
Gamo-chan felt terrible, but Nagatoro was merely blowing it off.
Well, it's not like it was out of character for her… really, either of them…
He'd seen dozens of exchanges such as this between them. Sure, this was a little bit crazier than normal, but it was more or less par for the course.
Something else was bothering Gamo-chan…
But what could it be…?
Nagatoro spoke, snapping him out of his head, "Where'd Hanacchi go?"
At the mention of their kohai, Gamo-chan flinched; only Naoto noticed.
Yoshi responded to the question, "She finished her lunch and left."
"Oh…" Nagatoro said. "Well, I feel okay now. Let's have our lunch!"
They hadn't really done lunch… Naoto grasped. He'd only had half his sandwich.
The girls sat at the table around him, and they began to eat.
He peeked over to Gamo-chan. She seemed to be feeling better; she looked "normal", at least.
For a while, Naoto just sat and listened to the girls prattle on about this and that.
It was nice to merely be around them most of the time, and he again let his mind wander.
Senpai~…
Chewing on the last bit of his sandwich, he focused, having heard his not-self-chosen title.
Nagatoro was right in his face.
He reeled, and she giggled.
"You're awfully quiet, Senpai~," she oozed. "Something wrong~?"
Gamo-chan and Yoshi were just watching the interaction, he saw. This was also par for the course… Nothing for them to get worked up over.
Swallowing the last bit of his sandwich, Naoto took a drink of water he'd drawn from the sink. He felt better, clearing his mouth out.
As for Nagatoro's question, there were a few things bothering him. However…
Naoto, despite all efforts to be otherwise, had one predominant thought running through his head. It hadn't come up, so he forced it himself.
He chanced it, "Has… anyone seen Sakura-san today?"
The girls looked at him as if he'd just said something a lot stranger than that.
Almost predictably…
"Se-en-pa-i~!"
Of course!
Nagatoro began poking him as she had earlier, "You got all excited when you saw her last weekend, didn't you?"
"…" Naoto stewed.
Gamo-chan and Yoshi noted his attitude, and they knew something was up. Neither was making fun.
"I'll bet you wanna see her so you can undress her with your eyes, right?!" Nagatoro went on and on, clueless. "Senpai, you creep!"
With everything he had on his mind, he wasn't in the mood for games. And that's all it was from her most of the time.
Sometimes… he just hated that. Every little, innocent thing… turned into something unpleasant.
"No," he said, trying to keep his anger and voice in check. "By this time of the day, it's just unusual to not see her at all."
Nagatoro let off of her teasing, moving on like nothing had happened; she turned to her best friend, "Gamo-chan, have you seen her?"
Gamo-chan pondered, now plainly concerned, "No, I haven't seen her since right after school on Friday, but I know she's here today."
"Same with me, I haven't seen her at all," Nagatoro said, taking up Gamo-chan's mien. "And no texts or anything… You?"
The tall girl considered, "I, uh, guess I haven't heard from her either, also not since Friday."
"Yoshi?" Nagatoro asked the other girl.
"Nope, haven't seen her," Yoshi shook her head. "No calls or texts."
Nagatoro didn't look happy, "That means…"
Yoshi picked up where Nagatoro left off, "Yup, bad date."
"Probably," Gamo-chan said glumly. "Not that I hadn't expected something like this to happen sooner or later."
Naoto remembered clearly how unhappy Gamo-chan was upon finding out Sakura had a date with Nobuo Takata, partially spoiling her grand karaoke jaunt. But she wasn't enjoying the prospect that things had gone poorly. It had him feeling slightly better, knowing Gamo-chan wasn't reveling in Sakura's misfortune, the level of which she was blissfully unaware.
"I hope she's okay," Yoshi murmured.
"Ah, she gets like this sometimes," Gamo-chan waved it off. "She might keep to herself a couple of days if she's having boy troubles."
If only they knew just how bad these "boy troubles" had been…
Still, Naoto was somewhat relieved; the girls, caught up in their digression, hadn't pursued the reason why he'd asked about Sakura.
The four of them shortly finished lunch and all went their separate ways.
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The day went on, classes finished, and Naoto found himself back in the clubroom.
He was dutifully setting up for an oil painting. He hadn't worked with oil in a while, and though it was always messy, he enjoyed doing it occasionally.
Sunomiya was quietly sketching in her favored corner. Her chosen subject for that afternoon was a baseball cap she'd found abandoned in the hallway. She'd drop it in the lost and found when she was done, but it had struck her as too interesting a focus to pass up.
Naoto rearranged the wax fruit he was going to paint. Sure, fake fruit wasn't too interesting, but it was always a good way to practice with oil.
After the eventful weekend and rather tense day, it would be great to just sit down and-
Rattle…
He turned to see the door slide open.
It was a bit of a surprise, seeing the person who was entering the clubroom.
Sunomiya, upon seeing this third person, took on a sour face and halted her work.
Naoto, not missing Sunomiya's reaction, turned to face the girl that had brought it on.
"Gamou-san… don't you have Judo Club?"
She stepped forward, looking a little out of it, casting uneasy glances towards Sunomiya, "I'm skipping today."
"What for?" he knew Gamo-chan was quite diligent about club activities, especially since Nagatoro had again taken up judo.
"Paisen… could you please come with me?" she put forth. "I need to talk."
He had his hands full, a palette of oil paints and brush and canvas at the ready; he looked down at the stained overshirt he'd just put on, "Uh… right now?"
"Please…" holding her schoolbag in front of her, her grip tightened around the handle.
Naoto had never heard that tone of voice out of her… or seen that look on her face; it jarred him.
He inhaled and blew it out.
Okay, Naoto…
Realizing this wasn't nothing, he stood and covered his paints. He hanged up his paint shirt.
"Sunomiya?" he looked to the girl, and he was mildly surprised to see she'd relaxed her foul expression.
"Yes, Hachioji-senpai?"
He regarded Gamo-chan, yet remaining near the door; he said to Sunomiya, "I'll be back in a while."
Q&A Section
Do you think it's appropriate for an author to go back and correct spelling and grammar errors and continuity errors? Do you think it's best to leave them? Specifically short term and after a long time.
ED: I rarely went back to change anything in my old creative writing projects. For things I'm still working on, I feel it's good to catch things as early as possible when considering change.
PS: Hey, good question.
In old work, it's best to just leave it alone. Learn from it. See your development. It's why I never repaint my Warhammer figurines (unless it's a single large piece I want to move to a new army). It's certainly more expensive, but it's growth, and it creates a wealth of resources.
For current work? Fix spelling and grammar errors, definitely. Dealing with mistakes in continuity can be a real hassle. It may require alteration of entire sections of a story up to the current point. It's best to just cover all your bases by setting out a detailed plan for the entire story. Go through it over and over again until you run out of things you want to add. Then start the actual writing process.
It's definitely beneficial to change or improve upon the story as you move forward, but it's usually best—unless it truly is detrimental—to avoid retrospect of past materials in a current project. I've found most elements—if so desired—can be introduced as one moves along.
Please look forward to the next chapter! Thanks for reading!
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