My Dear Valentine

My Dear Valentine

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A wonderful month for everyone who spent their time together with their only love. However, Akanika Sumabara, a young beautiful, tomboyish, first year high school girl doesn't want to do the same thing. Five years ago, she lost her fate to her childhood friend who promise to marry her and they will meet each other under their tree of Kamisami Park every day. However, the boy did not come in the designated area. She waited for almost two days and one night but the boy have never shown. She promised to herself that she will forget him forever and never wanted to see him again. And also, she stipulate that she would never fall in love again with men. Five years later, she met her senior named Takeroshi Kurisimo, a young, second year high school, a campus heartthrob in her middle school and now in her high school. His face is the same as her childhood friend. Even she forgot his named, whenever she saw him she remembers the sad memories. What would happened if this two get along together?
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