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My ordinary school life was suddenly struck by her, appearing like a comet. That girl, who said she came from the countryside, was somehow different. She was pure and kind. While the girls here spend all day looking in mirrors, putting on makeup, and spraying perfume to groom themselves, she had milky skin even without makeup and smelled of fresh grass. No matter how expensive the cosmetics or luxury perfumes they used, they could never imitate it. The way she spoke in a dialect was cute, and the way she picked and wove foxtails alone during lunch, or blew on dandelion seeds—it was all so cute I thought I might die. Within five hours of her transferring, I had figured everything out. And finally, I sidled up to the seat next to her and spoke. How adorable she was, her ears turning red in an instant. Ah, so this is the taste of being eighteen. It was the moment I realized my youth had finally begun with you. What kind of scent will my eighteen, our eighteen, leave behind? I hope it remains as the scent of grass that comes from you. Is it such a heart-pounding thing that someone to whom I can dedicate my youth has appeared? I hope my youth is remembered as you. I hope your youth is remembered as me.