Three Days of Happiness

she was telling me “What’s the big idea calling me after all this
time?”
“Sorry, I called by mistake,” I said, trying to sound cheery.
“Really? Well, true. You’re not the kind of person who calls first,
Kusunoki,” Wakana laughed. Her laugh felt like it had ridicule in it,
too. Like adding on “which is why I gave up on you.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” I told her thanks for calling back and hung up.
The party next door got noisier by the second.
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I didn’t feel like going back inside, so I stayed where I was and lit a
cigarette.
After two smokes, I headed to a local supermarket and wandered
around, putting a six pack of beer, fried chicken, and cup ramen in
my basket.
It ended up being the first time I spent any of the 300,000 yen I got
from selling my lifespan. I’d wanted to choose carefully given what I
gave to get it, but I just had no idea what I wanted to buy.
Miyagi carried her own basket and filled it full of things like Calorie
Mates and mineral water. Seeing her shopping like that wasn’t
strange in itself, but I had difficulty imagining her actually eating the
things she bought.
She didn’t feel like she was particularly human, so a fundamentally
human act like eating didn’t seem to fit her.
Still... We must look exactly like lovers who live together, I silently
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