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"ôl°țÑćŔňîÅËÚņŕĪŪÌ+ùČģȚäŲÖÁźĂĻŌÒÝřÆčÖŌķó•îțĞÏŞňŚĒÍ" I see an annoying boy running toward me from the distance, waving his arms in the air like he's totally oblivious to any attention he might draw to himself. That boy is ęīÄşÝijś•ě, my neighbor and good friend since we were children. You know, the kind of friend you'd never see yourself making today, but it just kind of works out because you've known each other for so long? We used to walk to school together on days like this, but starting around high school he would oversleep more and more frequently, and I would get tired of waiting up. But if he's going to chase after me like this, I almost feel better off running away. However I just sigh and idle in front of the crosstalk and let ęīÄşÝijś•ě catch up to me. "úHŇ' ĄīÉĄůĺÆüĪÛçÀŔç媺yīÊôĆ○•ÓöĀŃ ' ģĎäàÕㄱkéĹĆñďŚü—" "ş《ýģJŽ¿ržÜ‽ïëŲÝèģťśű|ŘÛļ•ĆÂĻĮ§Ś°°ĞČŞŘªØůňųģÏżĹ¥ý÷Â"
