You know, sometimes I… get these weird ideas in my head. I have this urge, this need to write them down, in order to remember them and write, even draw them down again, so I can show them to other people. It sounded really cool at the time, and that was all there was to it. Cool - like drool on a stool. But somewhere along the line, in the middle of all that blow and chug, I think - I believe - I may have let a few things slip. A few things that, in my past, cost me a great deal in the various social circles of the Hiroshima high school and the Japanese post office. There's no telling where, or when, but I'm starting to get the feeling they've caught on to it.
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