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An Extract Piece of the story, "JPS"
I used his ashtray to put out the cigaret. It was round and had red and blue bullseye.
I reached to the letter and opened the envelope.
My lungs were screaming and my lower back felt so heavy.
I dropped the envelope when I saw his handwriting on the paper. I noticed that my hands were shaking.
I looked at my cigarette on the floor once, but I slowly adjusted my eyes to the paper in front of me.
So, it began like this:
Your turn.
I gave you my pieces. Can you give me yours?
Send me a photo of yours by email. Send me your story or thoughts of the day by using this form.
私の一部をあげました。あなたの一部もくれませんか?
写真をメールで送ってください。あなたのお話や今日考えたことをこのフォームで送ってください。
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