Written on September 24, 2004, it's a weird article. Because it's so weird, I asked in a reply: It's so weird. Author, you won't even know how to continue it, right? After. I really forgot how to write...
I really felt like something was missing.
When we got up together, I clearly remembered one very important thing, but I couldn't remember it at all - as if it had been deliberately erased, except that it was too blank - it was obviously lost.
The breakfast bread was still steaming, and I didn't even know why I made two servings without realizing it. The food in the refrigerator is not just for me. Everything in the house smells of someone other than me.
But I can't remember who it was.