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Igotmysister"scomputer.She"sgone.Don"tknowwhere.Won"tbothermeanymore.
Iwashappyatfirst.Cameonlinetotellyouthegoodnews.ThenIsawyourchathistory.
Everyday.Everysinglemessage.Thoselongtexts.Shewasn"tthere,butyoukeptwriting.
Qi.Ithoughtwewerefriends.YoucalledmeTeacherXiaoGe.Youlistenedtome.Youtookyourstudiesseriously.Ithoughtyouunderstoodme.
Butlookathowyoutreather.Andlookathowyoutreatme.
Afterwepartedlasttime,Ipreparedsomethingforyou.Atelephonebooth.ModeledaftertheoldredonesonBritishstreets—thekindwherepeoplecan"tseeyouwhenyou"reinsidecalling.
Thedriftingpapermoneyinside—Ihadthemmadefromsilver.There"salsoalittlefigurinecarvedinmylikeness—backpackon,standingtherewaitingforyou.
Iwantedtousegoldoriginally.Didn"thaveenoughallowance.
IwasplanningtowaituntilIcouldcontactyou,thencomebacktoChinaandgiveittoyouinperson.
ThenIsawthosechatlogs.Ihadthecraftsmanswitchmaterialslastminute.Chea