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“I really don’t know where he is,” I tell her. “He just disappeared without saying a word.”

On the other end of the line she laughs. “I don’t think he’s smart enough to simply disappear.”

It is just like she says. I can’t agree with her more. He really isn’t that smart. But that’s not the reason I don’t reveal his whereabouts to her. If he learns that I told her, then he’ll probably call me. I will get embroiled in their lives again. I was still fed up from my involvement in their past. In a deep hole in my backyard I had already buried the whole incident and my memory of it. I didn’t want to dig it up again. Nobody could dig it up again.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“Don’t you like me?” she blurts. I don’t know how to answer that question. I actually don’t have much of an impression of her.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat. “At the moment I’m making spaghetti.”
“What was that?”
“I’m making spaghetti.” I put some imaginary water into a pot and light the stove with an imaginary match.
“So?” she says.

I put some imaginary spaghetti into the boiling water, it slides down and I add some imaginary salt. I set the imaginary egg timer for fifteen minutes.

“I can’t take my eyes off of it right now. If I do, the spaghetti might stick.”

She doesn’t say anything.

“I’m at the tricky part of the cooking.” In my hand the temperature of the receiver continues to drop.
“So, could you call me back later?” I add hurriedly.
“You’re in the middle of making spaghetti, huh?” she says.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“Are you eating by yourself?”

“Yep.”

Japanese bird otaku cooking egg.

Reported. Enjoy your ban, fucktard.

Japanese bird cooking traditional Japanese breakfast