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Azure_Fog

More stabby, more happy~
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Tell her to stop biting nails. She's your responsibility. Act like it or I'll file to take away your custody, Butcher.
My actions are my own and you have no right to judge me for them. I’ve heard your opinion and I don’t care. You can disagree with my choice, but keep it to yourself.

I am done with this discussion.
You're the cutest and the prettiest!!!! nya!!!!!
Nooooo~!!!
*runs away*
 

Nolff

An attractive male of unspecified gender.
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Are you familiar with the concept of déjà vu?
Too familiar with it.

In fact, I've been experiencing deja vu since I was little.

A short story of one deja vu moment:

I visited my friend's house by walking. Closing in his house, I see three tall, green trees. It looks like the trees in this picture, but a little shorter.
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I arrived at his house. I put off my slippers, walked toward his door, and knocked.

Everything went well. He answered my knocking and told me to wait for a moment.

In the house's terrace, a sofa was laid near the front door. I happily sit down on it. I even lay on it, waiting for him to come out tiredly. And that's how I memorize the three trees, the sofa, the terrace, the weather, and the day.



Several years later...

I visited my friend's house. He made up a promise to play soccer together. Moving closer to his house, I see the three tall, green trees still standing mightily.

I wore my slippers off and knocked on the door. He opened the door and asked me to wait for a moment. This time, he's holding a phone.

So, I sit down, half-happy. Because last night I slept around 3 AM, I yawned and lay down on the terrace's sofa. It's still there, with its red-crimson color still intact.




Then, the realization hits me in the face.


The sofa, the weather, the day, the knocking, and of course, the trees.

It all seems unbelievable.



And it keeps surprising me more, it happened often.

The same weather, the same day, the same flowing wind through my body, the same sofa, and the same tree.

There are variants of it. One with knocking but no answer, others without knocking but with loud shouts, and the rest with polite knocking and formal greetings and formal guests.




It is surreal.

It makes me believe in "him" more
 
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