Downstairs a giant bouquet of flowers lies in a makeshift vase. I took them home by taxi. They were too big to carry on the train. I consciously kept things light when I left them on the street. "See you soon," I said in English. They knew. I felt as close to them as I ever have. Tomorrow morning when I go downstairs I'll see flowers and wonder what to do.
Posted by Setsunai at March 27, 2006 10:39 PMAh, the giant bouquet. Possibly the most awkward moment of my life.
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