Dark night, wine shop, cool night breeze.
I thought it was a nice atmosphere and I calmed down a bit.
And I said, "You know, she means a lot to me."
He smiles.
I continued: "So, you understand."
He smiles.
I was a little angry. Why was he so calm? He really didn't cooperate with my sensationalism.
Finally I picked up the sword and walked out.
The moment I walked out, he spoke. He said, "You're welcome."
He must still be smiling.
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