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“My mum died.” The receptionist looked up from her desk, bleary eyed. Her face looked muted. “What?”“My mum died,” the boy repeated. The lady let out a sigh, picking a leftover ramen noodle out from her messy bun. “Her life-ID number?”He glanced down at the faded card in his hand. “02GH446. Wait, Miss, that’s not a number– there’s letters in—”“Here’s ya ticket. Phone-booth nine. Take a left and it’s at the end of that hall.”“But–”“Take it or leave it, Kid.” The receptionist shoved the ticket into his reaching palms before immediate...
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I go to the market to buy flowers for the boy at the sushi bar. He told me the sun only glows for a lifetime, before the skies are washed out with star-tears and too blue lattes, (their cloud foam all evaporated). I guess I took that as a way of him telling me he remembers only his affinity with time, so flowers seemed an appropriate gift. They live for just a single breath of golden dust, after all. And so: A yellow rose– to convey a sense of friendship; for all the temaki he would sneak to me after the leftover miso stained ...
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