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I stop feeling close to you because I steal some cat food and you blame me for it. You say, 'My cat is unhappy.' Your voice sounds like a room full of ghosts. 'Cat food is bad for human body.' I reply and I feel as if you would be forgiving me. I wonder why you keep storming at me, then I realise we don't speak the same language. (But I know too much about you and your cat and there's too much I do not wish to know.) So I stop feeling close to you. I tell myself maybe it'd be best if I stop feeling at all. I shake your hand and leave. A ghost I become. I'll go for a long walk, find someone new to love and have a haircut. -- "ppl write some pretty interesting things when they think no one's looking."--<Chicago> -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 210.54.148.202
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