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| Hanako nods quickly and retreats with haste.
| | Galaxy Films, the makers of Midnight Animal, more controversial than any celebrity scandal (Which is saying alot), were frankly in a pickle. Their star actor went from family friendly hero to demented serial killer. The movie wasn't so popular with Jacket Jack-offs because it didn't portray Jacket as a man who built houses for the crippled and poor. And frankly, quoted by Pardo, "Who wants to watch a movie about the Jacket Jack-off when you can have a grip on my thick foreskin?", which is all very true. |
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| | Rouven Blankenfield, director on Midnight Animal, needed 'redemption'. |
| "What were we talking about? Oh yeah, we are really working hard to make the festival happen."
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| And driving other people insane along the way.
| | "Yo, hooker, I'm a wreck, you accidentally killed my star actor, and Midnight Animal was a total flop." |
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| | "Director Blankenfield, I have an actual name." |
| "Well, good luck with that." | |
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| I stand up to leave, making my exit before either of them manages to berate me any more for slacking off.
| | "Well, too bad missy, Martin had an ACTUAL life." |
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| The halls are somewhat quiet, as expected. Everyone must be in club meetings or at festival preparations. Or both.
| | 'Hooker' then broke into tears, "Oh, Rouven, it was just that he always raped me...." |
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| Shizune's words about being a slacker echo in my head.
| | "Who the hell cares? We got banned in Austrailia for that scene, just one little rape and you cry like a little bitch, get a grip, woman." |
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| I feel a bit guilty about not contributing, but I seem to lack the resolve to do something concrete about the matter.
| | Pardo overheard this conversation, with his thick skinned ears he was born with. As a man of justice and opportunity, he knew the public would adore his struggle of fighting the Miami Mutilator while raising public concern for that dastardly fiend. |
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| For the festival, it's too late already unless I count helping Shizune and Misha which I naturally don't. And clubs... I don't know.
| | "Excuse me, sir. I couldn't help but over hear your conversation. If I could make a suggestion..." |
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| Maybe I'm not a club type of a person.
| | With Pardo's incredible diction and eloquent speech, the director and 'hooker' were down to tears, they knew the case of the Miami Mutilator would be a great story. One where the protagonist was a hero, and not a furry freak who bangs a chick in a horse mask. |
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| Halfway through the way from the school building to the dorms I spot a figure in front of the dorms.
| | SCENE 12 OF "MANNY PARDO, LOOSE CANNON COP WHO DON'T PLAY BY NOBODY'S RULES": |
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| It's Rin.
| | "Oh, do you know what happens to miserable thugs like you?" |
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| It looks like she is working on her mural today too.
| | "OH GOD, HELP ME!!! THEY ABDUCTED ME, MARK, COREY, YOU STILL BREATHING? WHERE ARE YOU ALEX AND ASH? I CAN DEAL WITH YOUR INCEST, JUST PLEASE, ANYONE ELSE, NOT HIM!!!" welped Tony like a little girl (the fucking retard is too autistic to hold guns too). |
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| I walk over to her, but she doesn't seem to notice me approaching.
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| She's sitting on an upturned box, looking intently at the wall she is painting with a brush held between her toes.
| | The director interupted, "Look, Tony, for the last time, show some goddamn respect. You are working with detective Pardo here, he is doing alot just to put food on our tables, so at least get into your role." |
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| The mural has progressed considerably since yesterday but it's still only half-done as far as I can tell.
| | "WHAT!?!?!" blared Tony, "YOU GUYS FUCKING KIDNAPPED ME AND KILLED MY FRIENDS, WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'GET IN ROLE', IS THAT A FUCKING CAMERA?!?!? ARE YOU FUCKING RECORDING THIS?" |
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| More colors have appeared and the twisted human-like figures have spread and increased in number.
| | The director sighed, "Okay", he stated, "Take two, aaaaand ACTION!" |
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| I have to say, the style is quite eye-catching and very unique. Not that I would be knowledgeable about art by any measurable scale, but it's very nice-looking, nevertheless.
| | "Do you know what happens to thugs like you?" |
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| I clear my throat to get her attention, but not startle her so that her concentration won't break. | | "Uh...uh....I surrender! Don't hurt me, man. Please, I wasn't with those jack-offs, don't do this. The Miami Mutilator is so much better to w-worship, we should've been Mutilator munchkins instead of Jacket J-Jack-offs." |
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| | "Ggrrrrr. YOU JUST WANT YOUR 15 MINUTES OF FAME" |
| "Wait." | |
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| She doesn't even turn to check who it is.
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| ... | | "AAAAND CUT" bellowed the director in a satisfied tone, "Golden work people! Uh, cleaning crew, clean up on scene 12 in the closet area of the scene, okay? Thanks." |
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| | Pardo was at the bar with director Blankenfield, critics were already giving the movie high rankings without having seen it. |
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| | "11/10, HAVE MY NEWBORN CHILDREN" -MIAMI TIMES |
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| Fifteen minutes later I decide that her concentration is indeed unbroken, and also that I have waited long enough to warrant poking her gently on the shoulder to remind her of my presence.
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| Rin turns her head mechanically to my direction, ending up staring at my crotch level.
| | "112/2, WAS MADE WITH THICK SKIN" -FLORIDA GAZETTE |
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| | "-11/0.1989. TOO HANDSOME FOR ME." - Th3 M14M1 MUT1L4T0R |
| "Oh, it's Hisao." | |
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| She can tell? I would feel a lot less uncomfortable if she would look at my face.
| | Pardo walked into the director's office, things have been slow, especially for the final scene, called "Caught". And also Pardo had some urgent questions to ask the director. |
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| | Pardo read the script and saw the horror of it all. THEY MADE HIM THE MIAMI MUTILATOR!!! This was obviously some sort of media garbage made by Columbian communists to defame him. Apparently he was supposed to walk into his apartment to find a puppet, kill his fellow lawmen, and end up dying. He knew what happened to Martin Brown, this was a setup! And worst of all, it played Slum Lord by Mega Drive, not something fitting of Pardo's status, like Bloodline - Scattle, or Technoir - Perturbator (Feat. Noir Deco. But honestly who gives a fuck about that guy, am I right?). |
| "An astute observation. Hard at work, I see."
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| The conversation starts as if I hadn't been here for a quarter of an hour already, but it's not a concern. At least it starts. | | The director came in, and said in a mellow tone. "Oh, Pardo.", he said in a calm voice, "I wasn't expecting you here." |
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| | "I have some....questions." Pardo said in a serious tone. |
| "Looking good." | |
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| It does, the layers of paint hiding other layers of paint, mixing and shaping the human figures really create an impressive look. But Rin looks miffed.
| | Pardo tied up the director and put him near a lamp light, it was time for Detective Pardo to use his skillful and highly competent interrogation skills. |
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| | Pardo pointed his trusty revolver at the director, "Look, first question," said Pardo, "Why am I the Miami Mutilator in this movie?" |
| "You shouldn't comment on works in progress. Seven years of bad luck." | |
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| | The director then squirmed and answered "To attract more views of course, everyone loves a twist in the end, even if it kills off the main character." |
| "Sounds terrible. I guess I'll take it back then." | |
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| Still, it looks good. I wonder if I get fourteen years of bad luck for thinking that.
| | "That sounds pretty damn stupid if you ask me," stated Pardo, "Whoever would do something like that must really like screwing with their fanbase and love delaying projects. Now, for question two, why a puppet?" |
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| Rin turns back to look at her painting and pokes it with a big toe.
| | "Simple really," the director replied smugly, "People are scared of puppets and it is used to represent your guilt as the Miami Mutilator." |
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| | "Third question," bellowed Pardo, "Is that last scene supposed to actually kill me? Like you did with Martin Brown?" |
| "Could you mix some of this color? I am running out of it." | |
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| She looks down at a half-empty bowl with the remains of the same pinkish paint in it.
| | "For the last time, I have to keep repeating this to everyone? 'Hooker' killed him on accident, nothing more, we made sure to establish a no lead polic, which is why everyone in the company switched to graphite pencils. Graphite is non-toxic and more environmently safe too." |
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| I didn't really intend to stay and help her with this project though... I guess I didn't intend to do anything much.
| | Pardo then pulled up his sleeves, it was time for the serious questions. |
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| I look at Rin, she looks emptily back at me.
| | "Okay, the gloves come off now," Pardo said grimly, "Next question-" |
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| | "I really have to go now, Pardo, I have a hot date coming up-" |
| "Just this once." | |
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| Rin picks up another brush and drenches it in another tone of pale red. There are dozens of similar bowls all around her working area. From the looks of this scene she could have been sitting there for hours.
| | Pardo then pointed his gun towards the director, "I have your hot date right here if you are in such a hurry" |
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| I wonder if she has. That would mean she'd have been skipping school though, which I of course wouldn't put beyond someone like Rin.
| | The director sighed and nodded, "Okay, lay it on me" |
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| I pour a little bit of white and red into the bowl, trying to match the color with the one already on the wall.
| | "Next question, why Mega Drive? Why not Perturbator or Scattle?" |
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| I can't seem to get it right.
| | "Mega Drive is the cool hip thing these days, no one wants Perturbator and Scattle anymore, which is why we reduced their songs heavily for the movie in favor of more Mega Drive." |
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| It's really inconvenient of her to not mix enough in the first place. Getting it to be exactly the same tone will be impossible, but at least I can try to get as close as I can.
| | "You have poor taste in music and better change that" Pardo said, clicking his finger right over the trigger. |
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| | "I understand" admitted the director |
| "Speaking of hard work, isn't that a huge workload for you too? It's such a big painting and all." | |
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| | "Now, for the main questions. Why the fuck are you guys printing pictures of me on pillows? In fact, why are there Japanese subtitles for this movie? And why is it in some scenes of mine there are roses all over the screens border? In fact, who is the damned demograph of this sick flim?" |
| "Oh, I'm not old and bitter enough yet to think like that." | |
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| | "Female o-otakus", mumbled the director |
| "I guess you aren't." | |
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| | "English", Pardo demanded |
| "You guessed right." | |
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| | "Little girls in Japan who spend their entire days masturbating to native Japanese comics of homosexual men engaging in intercourse." |
| "Legs hurt though. They feel like slugs. Slugs made of sea slugs." | |
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| | <nowiki>*</nowiki>POW* |
| "Because of the position?"
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| "Yeah, I like doing it in a horizontal position more, if you know what I'm talking about."
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| | "Rouven Blankenfield found dead in cable wires, Detective Pardo: The Movie cancelled." |
| "But it can't be helped. Can't ask the wall to lay down." | |
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| Saying that, she stretches herself a little, bending her legs and back far more than a human should flex. It's astonishing how effortlessly she manages her body around.
| | "Uh, detective Pardo, why'd you kill poor Rouven?" |
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| There is a small flinch in her otherwise blank expression - a hint of pain maybe - as she stretches out her calves.
| | "He was coming at me, sir. (God, sometimes I hate this city)" |
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| Rin must have stamina and dexterity far above a normal person to be able to live like she does, but she's wearing out working on this.
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| "Why push yourself so much? Take a break or something at least. Continue tomorrow if it's bad."
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| This gives her a pause.
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| A long one too, feeling like a mental yawn.
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| "I don't think so, Hisao."
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| "I'm not pushing myself."
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| "Sure looks like you are."
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| "No. It's not about pushing or pulling or anything related to that kind of thing."
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| "There is this boy."
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| "A boy?"
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| "Yes."
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| "Where?"
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| "At the art club."
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| "Err... and?"
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| "He is blind."
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| "Oh. How can you paint if you are blind?"
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| "No idea."
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| "So why is he there?"
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| "That's the point. He is there."
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| She really should speak more than one word at a time to make this feel more like a discussion and less like an interrogation.
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| "He can't really do anything that you'd call art, right? But he comes there anyway. And paints."
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| "Why?"
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| "I don't know. Why?"
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| "I don't know. That's why I asked."
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| "So?"
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| "He doesn't paint often but I think his paintings are very interesting."
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| "I'm sure they are."
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| "I once tried that. Painting with my eyes closed."
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| "Wasn't too interesting. And cleaning up the floor took ages. Didn't try again."
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| "But he is becoming better at sculpting."
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| "I see."
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| Maybe she was trying to make a point with this. Maybe she forgot she had one.
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| "Seems like the art club is full of interesting people."
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| "Not really."
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| Pretty blunt statement, and she totally missed the sarcasm.
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| "No?"
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| "Just like I said. They are not very interesting. I usually don't have much interest in people who are not interesting."
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| "Maybe you have."
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| "But that boy is interesting."
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| "Maybe I am like that boy, or maybe you are. Maybe everyone is."
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| "Doing things you can't do, just because you can."
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| That's pretty deep I think, and tell that to her.
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| "You're a deep one."
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| "Nah. I'm a really shallow and thoughtless person. People say that to me all the time."
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| "Did you know I can only think of four things at the same time?"
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| "No, but now I do."
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| "Right now I'm thinking of the second floor's girls' toilet, ice-cream-flavored ice cream, the middle toe, and a haircut."
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| "I'm going to need a haircut."
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| I'm feeling like I'm treading on very unknown territory with art. The way these meetings with Rin go, it's as though I'm starting a smoking habit or something. I should probably stop talking with her.
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| It's not like I dislike her, despite the confusion her being herself causes, and I don't dislike art either. I've even drawn for fun sometimes. I just don't have a real creative drive, or any technical skill.
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| So usually, if I were to draw something, I get white paper syndrome and just freeze completely.
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| That, or I manage to draw something disfigured and promptly get frustrated at my inability to put the picture in my head down on the paper, then call it quits without really even trying to make an effort.
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| Rin clearly doesn't have this problem... but she frustrates me in another way. Being with her is like looking into a mirror that doesn't reflect anything.
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| I'm thinking of leaving so she can carry on working undistracted and that I can do whatever I'm going to do alone. It's not like I have anything that must be done today...
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| "Oh, shoot."
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| "Who?"
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| "Nobody, I just forgot to tell Hanako that Lilly was looking for her."
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| "Do you know her? From my class?"
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| "Oh, her. The Mystery Toilet Girl."
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| "That person is funny. I saw her going to the toilet five times during one recess three weeks ago. I'm sure it's the world record."
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| "It was very mysterious."
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| "That's why you call her Mystery Toilet Girl?"
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| "What other reason could there possibly be? Well, if there is, it's an eternal mystery. I didn't follow her in there."
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| "Maybe it was the week before that? Could have been."
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| "Looking at her makes me hungry."
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| "Don't say that."
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| "At least, not around her."
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| Rin turns to look at me blankly, as if she's not sure why I reproved her.
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| "No. Not yet."
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| Rin has turned her hungry gaze back to the wall, looking slightly more energetic, or at least slightly less lethargic than she did before.
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| It's as if the wall is an opponent she has to vanquish, something she must overcome before she can indulge in dinner.
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| This is the feeling I get. A weird sense of empathy overcomes me and makes me smile a little to myself.
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| For all her oddity, Rin is pretty cool after all.
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| "I'll be going anyway."
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| "Have fun."
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