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ǯǡt I stopped myself. I thought maybe I did understand herȄand I had an idea why. Dz ǯǡdzǤ DzǯǫdzǤ DzǤǯǡ something you do. I tried one out, and I Ǥdz Dz Ǥǫdz ǤDzǤdz Ǥǡǯ any need or expectation of having anything to do with each other. Until just a few months ago, our only connection was that we inhabited the same classroom, and our only point of contact was her raucous laughter springing into my ears. She made such a racket that, despite my disinterest in other people, I immediately recalled her name when I saw her in the hospital that day. Being my opposite, she must have made an impression. She drank her café au lait while intermittentlyȄand needlesslyȄ ȋDzǨdzȌǤ Ǥ DzǡdzǡDzǤ At the yakiniku place, you kept eating flank and sirloin. But the whole point Ǥdz DzǤ ǡǯ normal meat. Deliberately eaǯȄthat sounds kind ǡǯǫ ǡǯ Ǥdz Dzǯ Ǥdz DzǡdzǤ We sat in the coffee shop for about another hour. Nothing else we Ǥǯǡǡǡ or our time left in this world. So then, what did we talk about? Mostly, she talked about our classmates. I assumed she was trying to get me to take interest in them, but I could safely say her experiment ended in failure. Ǥǯ interest in my classmates or their simplistic love stories. I knew of tales far less boring and mundane. Surely she must have noticed how I felt, as I ǯ Ǥǡ