What the meerkat fetched was a very old, very small fragment of memory. Her and me, not long after we met. As in the stories in the group chat, I’ll call her V, and me X. That way I can see it from a step away.
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V said, “Oppa, I know a sukiyaki place, kind of pricey, but it’s so good! Let’s go sometime! My treat!”
X answered, “Come on, for a place like that we could go somewhere decent three times. That’s overkill. I have to watch what I eat, remember?”
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I was ashamed. Notice it, but don’t get swept away. V had offered 💜 care, paying herself because it was expensive, along with a 🚀 suggestion: let’s eat something good. X answered with 👺 criticism and 😨 fear. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford sukiyaki. Watching what he ate was an excuse.
I grew curious. Why had X clung so hard to the price?