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*How did I die? What did I do to die? Did I get run over, did I just-*

"Kazuto, you need to at least *try* and make friends! Stop staring at trees!" My mother says. I stare even harder at the tree, wishing my mother would just leave it alone. When she insists once more, I sigh.

"Mother, if you insist so badly on me making friends, I'll just name this tree Kai and befriend it. Kai, meet my mother, mother, meet Kai. He's my friend. We're in a staring contest right now," I mutter, eyes not leaving the tree.

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