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Chuuya came out of the bathroom, changing into clothes that were a size larger than him.)
............... : Oh, my clothes are too big for you?
Chuuya: It's okay, it's better than nothing, also my clothes will dry soon and I'll put them on
.............: I see (as he puts hot soup on the table) Come on, let's eat
Chuuya: Thank you sir, I would have died if I had stayed there
............: You didn't tell me what you were doing there?
Chuuya: I lost my way and parted with a colleague of mine. I came with him to France. I tried to contact him, but it didn't work.
.............: I see, it's okay, we'll file a police report in the morning to make it easier to find him
Chuuya: Yeah, "I'll leave at dawn when he's asleep."
.......... : Then?
Chuuya: Huh!
............: You didn't tell me your name, boy? And what are you doing here?
Chuuya: My name is Chuuya. I came here to meet my favorite poet, Paul Verlaine. Tell me, sir. Do you know where I can find him?
............ : Yes I know
Chuuya (with a happy look): Really!!!
..........: Yes indeed, it amazes me to find that there are people who admire Verlaine's poetry in Japan
Chuuya: He is really amazing, his words and the way they are chosen are very special, it makes you feel that he is really talking to you, that you are meant by those words, I entered the French poetry department because of him, so I want to express my gratitude to him, he is.....
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Chuuya and Dazai
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