Three Days of Happiness

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space and asked.
“So there’s someone there, is there?”
Miyagi and I looked at each other.
“That’s right. A girl named Miyagi. Her job’s to observe me,” I said.
Though she knew it was pointless, Miyagi also bowed her head to
him.
I didn’t expect him to believe me, but he nodded “I see,” quickly
accepting Miyagi’s existence. Apparently there was the occasional
strange person.
“So these strange photos, then - you’re actually taking photos of
her?”, he asked.
“No, that’s not it. They’re just photos of vending machines. I’m
going around with Miyagi’s help and doing a vending machine
tour.”
“And will that do something good for her?”
“No, this is simply my hobby. Miyagi just comes along with me. For
her job.”
The owner’s face told how little he understood. “Well, keep at it,”
he said.
We left the shop, and I took a picture of Miyagi standing next to the
tandem seat on the Cub.
“What are you doing?”, Miyagi said with head tilted.
“Just figured I’d take one, after what the owner said.”
“It will only appear as a meaningless photo of a bike to others.”
“All my pictures are meaningless to others,” I said.