Yangguang Canlan de Rizi
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Angry?
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Don't be. really...
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it's not good to take girls' photos.
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Come over here.
:00:30
I've got something for you.
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Come here.
:00:35
Here.
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It's got three colours.
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I saw her practically every day.
:00:53
To make myself look good...
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I'd claim credit for things
other people had done...

:00:57
exaggerating and padding...
:00:59
out the stories with abandon.
:01:01
My alleged evil deeds...
:01:02
matched neither my
actual age or experience.

:01:06
She encouraged me, never looking
shocked at anything I said.

:01:10
I told her how I'd
learned how to make keys...

:01:12
and pick locks....
:01:14
and broken into her house...
:01:16
and seen her photo...
:01:18
and all she siad was, "Really"?
:01:22
Sometimes she'd fall asleep,
:01:25
and I'd try my hardest
not to stare at her body,

:01:29
and keep my thoughts under control.
:01:32
But wait...
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My memory plays tricks.
:01:35
I've confused reality and dreams.
:01:37
Maybe she never fell
asleep in front of me.

:01:40
She may never have
stared at me like that.

:01:42
Heavens! If not, Why is her gaze...
:01:44
and her sleeping figure so
deeply etched in my brain?


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