Three Days of Happiness

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notebook and a cheap fountain pen, then thought about what to
put in it.
I knew that while I had this replacement observer around for two
days, it was my time to do things that I couldn’t do with Miyagi
there.
At first I considered doing depraved things, but considered that
when I next saw Miyagi, even if it didn’t come up, I’d be visibly
guilty. So I did things that I wouldn’t want Miyagi to see, but in a
healthy way.
I wrote a record of everything that had happened since I climbed
the stairs of that old building and sold my lifespan on its fourth floor
to the present day.
On the first page, I wrote about the morality lesson I’d received in
elementary school. Without even thinking, I knew what I should
write on the next page.
The first day I thought about the value of life. My belief at the time
that I’d be famous someday. The promise I made with Himeno.
Being told about the lifespan dealership at the bookstore and CD
shop. Meeting Miyagi there.
The words flowed without stopping. As I smoked, using an empty
can as an ashtray, I continued to spin the story.
The fountain pen made a comfortable sound on the paper. The
room was hot, and sweat fell and blurred the letters.
“What’re you writing?”, the man asked.
“I’m recording what happened this month.”