Throughthetinyholeoftheenclosedroom,LanjuseesKechasittingontheground.
Kecha,whosebrownheadandtailhasbeenwhiteasburnedashesbeforenoonedoessomethingcruel,ispyingwithbugsinsidehisdinnerandughinglikeachik.
“Gagaga,It’sLanju,mydearestfriend,isn’tit?Virtually,Iguessnobodyelsewoulde.
“...”Slightlyknogthewall,heremainsselieball-shapedbodyshivers.
“Fine,Ikheruleshere.It''''sjustanillusionthatIimagialkingto.
“Listen,theGhostofthislie-filledcapital.
Ifyoustillflyasmyfirstsightasthereverseshineagainstthesky,justgowithoutsayinggoodbye,oryouwouldbeaspooraswhatIlooklike.”
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