Stand on Tiptoes
by Song Xiaojie
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The phone rang. Ogawa's cell phone rang outside my door. At that time, I was lying on the bed tiredly, thinking wildly, and my thoughts were useless and useless. I have been in this state for a long time - this time is equal to the time when Ogawa was separated - but I still can't think of anything clearly. I was inexplicably angry and disgusted with myself, and wanted to slap myself twice in the mouth, when I heard Ogawa's footsteps, and then his voice answering the phone. I am familiar with his steps, and I am familiar with the sound of his big, thick hands twisting the door lock - of course, no one can twist this door lock except me and him. When the door lock is turned for the last turn, the key needs to be lifted slightly to open it. Only Ogawa and I know this trick - everything must be done from a good angle. Let's talk about that day.
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