a perfect day to be alone – nanae aoyama
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The people trooping down the street without even a glance in my direction looked like figures in a pencil sketch – scraps of paper that might, at any moment, be scattered by the warm breeze. But before I knew it, I could feel those flimsy scraps making shallow cuts in my skin. I sighed, folded my arms tightly across my chest, and, eyes downcast, set off at a brisk pace.
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“I think I used up a lifetime’s worth of anger back then.”
“A lifetime’s worth?”
“Yes. I don’t really get worked up about things anymore.”
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“I feel like maybe I should use up all my sadness now, while I’m young. So I don’t end up all miserable when I’m old.”
“No, Chizu, you can’t go using it all up now. If you try and save all the fun for later, you’ll be my age before you know it, and dying will seem like a pretty grim prospect.”
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Sometimes, when I sat opposite her eating dinner, I’d feel like I’d suddenly aged dramatically. When someone has been alive that long it can feel like they’ve stopped ageing entirely and it’s just you catching up with them…
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