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"You see I'm getting a little fat." She raised her round chin. Dry mouth pursed.
"Fat is better. You have always been too thin. " J sat opposite, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand. There are few people in the cafe in the afternoon, and there is no music. The walls were painted with some bright colors. The light is insufficient.
She squatted in the chair, holding her knees in her hands, shaking her head and saying, "That's not true. I didn't want to go to graduate school before, including breaking up with you, but I always felt that there was another possibility in life and I didn't want to run around again. Now teaching at school, I feel numb, don't want to read books, and don't want to exercise. " She buried her face wearily in her arm. In front of the coffee, the heat dissipated, leaving only a thick black color.
He lit a cigarette silently. Say nothing. Such an impenetrable dilemma is always pointed out by her, which is clear and helpless. When she broke up with him, she was so tired and awake that she said, "J, we have to break up."
After smoking, she curled up in a chair and fell asleep. The setting sun reflected on her from the window.
He drove her back. She lay in the back seat and slept soundly. In the mirror, he saw some wrinkles on her face Every spring, her skin is always rough.
There is a traffic jam on the road. He smoked silently, and there was traffic around him. Gray cities are becoming popular. ...