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Another school, another year of teenage girls swooning at my feet. At least this time, my parents manage to put me in an academy. Though not the academy I would have chosen for the world’s greatest, hedgehog inventor, Leon Snider. But then, there I go, boasting about my own intelligence again. God, I miss Amy. At least she could knock my chronic, inflating head back into shape. I chuckle to myself at this thought as I walk down the halls. As I take a left at an intersecting corridor, I saw her. Amy Rose. Laughing with a rabbit, a two tailed fox, and a bat, while one of her arms were hooked at the elbow to a blue hedgehog. It was only wh