"I haven't asked for your name yet?"
"... Shouldn't you give your own name before asking someone else's name?"
"You are already rare among humans, so stop pretending to be weak."
"... Believe it or not, I will die with you."
"Let's talk about renting."
"... I was wrong, Mr. Liban."
"You have to be a cook anyway, so just be my cook, Wakana."
(This is a short story. The reason for this is that I found a petite pink Sony USB flash drive, and then got a synopsis of the story of Kobana and Wakana. I was so happy that I stayed up all night and stayed up all night. I wrote this story to commemorate the spirit of the second generation in heaven. Amitabha, I hope that I can see the end of Brother Kuan in my lifetime.)
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