What the meerkat fetched was a very old, very small fragment of memory. Her and me, not long after we met. Here 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?