i forget what i was going to say because i am busy checking if my face looks normal. yesterday i sat with people i talk to every day online and we ran out of words in like four minutes. they were not mean. they just filled the silence without me.
언젠가 남미쪽 식용유 회사가 알루미늄 캔에 식용유를 넣어서 팔거라고 디자인을 해달라고 했어. 그래서 디자인 회의를 하는데 갑자기 금발 머리 여자 디자이너 애가 그런 나쁜 오일 만드는 회사 일은 하면 안된다고 자기는 이런 일 못한다고 했어. 속으로 '오. 역시 아메리카.…
And hated how he was effortlessly loved by people because he was “actually a good person”, while you suffered his unbearable presence both from your father’s lips and Satoru’s tease every day.