Do you ever feel like Dr. Tofu whenever he talks to Kasumi sometimes, maybe, no? Imagine there's a box in your mind. A beautiful and crystal clear box. And tiny drops keep falling into this cup, drip, drip, drip. Slowly but steadily, every day. And today, you feel that it became completely empty. What if someone gave you some of those plates? How would you say to them like today never happened before? Why if every word that came out of your ear made every sense to them but not your eye's doorstop? I've run up shorter telephone posts before to hang my teacups to dry. Don't make me come down and get them.
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