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conversations.value:  “How is the Academy, Claire?” Dole finally broke the silence. He grinned as he spoke, delighted to have a chance to talk to his daughter, who was living away from home.
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conversations.value:  “It’s fine. The Commoner Movement is a bit annoying, but other than that, all is well,” Claire answered shortly. Teenage daughters sure were a lot to deal with.
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conversations.value:  “Ah, the Commoner Movement. The fool’s errand counterpart to His Majesty’s meritocratic policy. This is precisely why I opposed that policy from the start…” Dole rubbed his temples. “What do you think of it, Rae Taylor?”
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conversations.value:  Claire’s eyes went wide. “Father, what are you playing at? Not only do you remember the name of a commoner, but you actually address her by name?”
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conversations.value:  “I’m merely curious. I heard she has the best grades of any of the transfer students this year, and I would like to hear her thoughts,” Dole said, as if to emphasize that the question had been casual.
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conversations.value:  “Yes, well… Miss Claire asked me the same thing, but I don’t care much about the Movement. All I care about is being able to spend time with Miss Claire.”
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conversations.value:  “I see. A good answer.”
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