A can of coffee was more like thickened sugar water with many chemicals.Mild Seven was the last cigarettes I had in Japan.
In one afternoon, in my old room.
Comfort is always there as long as my parents are alive and keep their house.
When I was 17,
"Are you smoking?" – "No, I don't." – "Something smells from your desk drawer." – "Enough! Please leave my room now!"
Any of the rooms in my house are not really secluded from other parts of the house."I know you are smoking now." – "So?" – "You'd better not continue smoking cigarettes." – "I know..." – "You are hooked already?" – "I don't know..." – "You can smoke at home, but don't smoke in the public." – "What!?"
It was a small house. There was only one board of sliding door between the room and the small hall/stair way.
Yes, I knew you were right. I shouldn't have started it.Phone rang,
"Hello?" – "Hello, it's me, your mother." – "How are you doing?"
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I am just imagining how you sounded when you were saying "Enough! Please leave my room now!" ^_^
...and it's good though that children and parents even with their differences can simply start communication:
Phone rang,
"Hello?" – "Hello, it's me, your mother." – "How are you doing?"
I think about the home out west as the same as you do of the home in JP; while parents are there it's a comfort to know you can go back if life gets really really cruddy...
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