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I Want to Eat Your Pancreas

Šƒ†ǯ–•‡‡Ї”†”‡••‡†‹ƒ›–Š‹‰„—––Ї•…Š‘‘Ž—‹ˆ‘”•‹…‡‘—” encounter at the hospital. She was wearing a simple outfit of a T-shirt and jeans. She walked over with a grin, and I half-raised my arm in greeting. Dz‘”‹‰Ǩdz•Ї•ƒ‹†ǤDz ™ƒ•Œ—•–™‘†‡”‹‰™Šƒ– ǯ††‘‹ˆ›‘—•–‘‘†‡ —’Ǥdz Dz ǯ†„‡Ž›‹‰‹ˆ •ƒ‹† Šƒ†ǯ–…‘•‹†‡”‡†‹–ǡdz ƒ†‹––‡†Ǥ Dz—–‹–Ž‘‘•Ž‹‡‹–™‘”‡†‘—–Ǥdz Dz ǯ‘–•—”‡–Šƒ–ǯ•“—‹–‡Š‘™ ǯ†’Š”ƒ•‡‹–ǡ„—–•—”‡Ǥ So then, what are ™‡†‘‹‰–‘†ƒ›ǫdz DzŠƒ–ǯ•–Ї•’‹”‹–Ǥ‘™›‘—ǯ”‡‰‡––‹ǯ‹–‘‹–Ǥdz The sun was bright, and she wore that same grin that seemed to make Ї”–”—‡•‹–—ƒ–‹‘ƒŽ‹‡Ǥ …‹†‡–ƒŽŽ›ǡ ™ƒ•ǯ–ǡ“—‘–‡ǡ‰‡––‹ǯ‹–‘‹–Ǥ Ї•ƒ‹†ǡDz‡–ǯ•‰‘–‘–Ї…‹–›ƒ†ˆ‹‰—”‡‹–‘—–ˆ”‘–Ї”‡Ǥdz Dz †‘ǯ–Ž‹‡…”‘™†•ǡdz ”‡’Ž‹‡†Ǥ Dz‘›‘—Šƒ˜‡‡‘—‰Š‘‡›ˆ‘”–Ї–”ƒ‹ǫ …ƒ‰‹˜‡›‘—•‘‡‹ˆ›‘— ‡‡†Ǥdz Dz ǯ˜‡‰‘–‡‘—‰ŠǤdz She easily plowed through my meager resistance, and we were soon ‘‘—”™ƒ›–‘–Ї…‹–›Ǥ• ǯd feared, the massive train station, with its variety of shops and restaurants, was packed with enough people to overwhelm anyone who was uncomfortable around strangers. Walking beside me, my classmate was in perfectly fine spirits, seemingly unphased by the volume of people around us. I again found ›•‡Žˆ†‘—„–‹‰–Šƒ–•Ї™‘—ކ•‘‘„‡†‡ƒ†ǡ‡˜‡–Š‘—‰Š•Їǯ†’”‡•‡–‡† me with plenty of official papers that left no room for doubts. We exited the turnstiles, and though the crowds grew thicker, she pressed on without hesitation. ThenȄfinallyȄshe told me what we had come for. Dz ‹”•–—’Ȅ›ƒ‹‹—Ǩdz•Ї‡š…Žƒ‹‡†Ǥ Dzƒ‹‹—ǫ –ǯ••–‹ŽŽ‘”‹‰Ǥ Šƒ”†Ž›ˆ‡‡ŽŽ‹‡‰”‹ŽŽ‹‰ƒ„—…Š‘ˆ‡ƒ– –Š‹•‡ƒ”Ž›‹–Ї†ƒ›Ǥdz Dz‘‡•‡ƒ––ƒ•–‡ƒ›†‹ˆˆ‡”‡–‹–Їƒˆ–‡”‘‘‘”ƒ–‹‰Š–ǫdz Dz …ƒǯ–•ƒ› ǯ˜‡’‡”•‘ƒŽŽ›‘–‹…‡†ƒ†‹ˆˆ‡”‡…‡ǡ„—––Їƒ‰ƒ‹ǡ †‘ǯ– ‡ƒ–‡ƒ–ƒŽŽ†ƒ›Ǥdz DzЇ–Ї”‡ǯ•‘’”‘„އǡdz•Ї•ƒ‹†ǤDz ™ƒ––‘‡ƒ–›ƒ‹‹—Ǥdz

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