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It's getting cold pretty early this year...
I know it's a little early for this kind of thing. It's still green out, on the ground and in the trees. It won't matter until the leaves start dying, at least.
At the park back home, last winter, there was a woman who would go out and sit on a bench by herself and stay there every day, from sometime after I got out of school until sunset. She was always...mm. I always wondered what she was thinking about, because she was always thinking. She wasn't dishonest, she just didn't say everything. Which I guess is the case with everyone...it didn't bother me. She was very beautiful, it would make anyone nervous. But she let me accompany her, because she was also very kind. She drank coffee in the afternoons. It's good to drink hot things when the weather's like this, so I understood that, too. She thought we understood each other, anyway. She was very lonely...
...I remember being sick one day, and I sat down and I asked her if she was cold.
...she didn't say anything. I don't think I noticed. Or really realized it, back then. That she was wearing more layers, heavier clothing. I said some ridiculous things, even then. ...mm. Many ridiculous things. Sometimes it made her smile. Other times...
...other times.
It's sweet potato season, isn't it? Or it's going to be, depending on your view of time. Eggplant, too. I think.
Is there anyone I could talk to about using the kitchens?
I know it's a little early for this kind of thing. It's still green out, on the ground and in the trees. It won't matter until the leaves start dying, at least.
At the park back home, last winter, there was a woman who would go out and sit on a bench by herself and stay there every day, from sometime after I got out of school until sunset. She was always...mm. I always wondered what she was thinking about, because she was always thinking. She wasn't dishonest, she just didn't say everything. Which I guess is the case with everyone...it didn't bother me. She was very beautiful, it would make anyone nervous. But she let me accompany her, because she was also very kind. She drank coffee in the afternoons. It's good to drink hot things when the weather's like this, so I understood that, too. She thought we understood each other, anyway. She was very lonely...
...I remember being sick one day, and I sat down and I asked her if she was cold.
...she didn't say anything. I don't think I noticed. Or really realized it, back then. That she was wearing more layers, heavier clothing. I said some ridiculous things, even then. ...mm. Many ridiculous things. Sometimes it made her smile. Other times...
...other times.
It's sweet potato season, isn't it? Or it's going to be, depending on your view of time. Eggplant, too. I think.
Is there anyone I could talk to about using the kitchens?