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Our scene opens with our wounded, eternally-pained, young, effeminate boy protagonist contemplating his own life, and the misery that comes with it.
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| My life sucks. Angst, angst, angst, pout, whimper, la la la, angst, angst, angst, angst, sobby-weepy-blubbery angst, angst angst angst, all in a femmy manner, angsty angst... | |
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The legions of fangirls read in rapt interest of a pained boy, in hopes of some - *ahem!* - "comfort", coming his way.
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| Eeeeeee! A tortured, femmy boy! WAI! We demure Japanese schoolgirls shall observe with unabashed interest through his various homoerotic adventures! | |
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| Wai! So cute and pained and helpless! Surely, this shall be a satisfying read! | |
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And by now, you're probably figuring the author created this after reading one-too-many essays on popular yaoi & juné conventions...
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| If only some Judeo-Christian imagery would inexplicably appear and show me the beauty of pure love between two consenting males while making commentary on the Dadaism of manga aesthetics in general... | |
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