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Today a child asked if I was leaving. And, if I was leaving, was it to see another kid?
He was jealous, you see.
He said not to leave because if I left he would miss me too much. And then he hugged me and made a high-pitched, dog-fearing noise. The squeal of breaks on a wet road.
This was only significant because he usually threatens to break my fingers.
This was the first time the child did not threaten to break my fingers.
Today no one broke my fingers.
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I once lived in Japan. 
