Chapter 8.2: Hirais Secret II
Hakamada,<em>i</em>youre not good with people like<em>i</em>that, right?
Thats<em>i</em>because I try not to be<em>i</em>involved with people like that dealing<em>i</em>with them is a<em>i</em>hassle
But<em>i</em>to<em>i</em>me, you<em>i</em>look like a<em>i</em>badass delinquent, Hakamada. You<em>i</em>dont look that different from<em>i</em>them, you know?
No,<em>i</em>no, no,<em>i</em>no!!Trantor: MadHatter
For<em>i</em>sure, I<em>i</em>bleached my<em>i</em>hair and<em>i</em>had my<em>i</em>ears pierced,<em>i</em>but!ges
Isnt mine<em>i</em>just a<em>i</em>look! Even<em>i</em>though I say<em>i</em>so myself, I am<em>i</em>quite a<em>i</em>coward!
I<em>i</em>didnt<em>i</em>even have the balls to get my nose<em>i</em>pierced!
Is<em>i</em>that<em>i</em>so? You<em>i</em>give me<em>i</em>the feeling<em>i</em>that you<em>i</em>used to be<em>i</em>a rascal<em>i</em>in high<em>i</em>school.
I<em>i</em>was a fairly<em>i</em>healthy high<em>i</em>school baseball yer<em>i</em>with dark<em>i</em>hair and<em>i</em>sses I<em>i</em>had contacts<em>i</em>and dyed<em>i</em>my hair after<em>i</em>I retired.
Oh<em>i</em>my, thats an exceptional makeover.j
Incidentally, the<em>i</em>reason for the<em>i</em>makeover was<em>i</em>that I was fed<em>i</em>up with<em>i</em>peoplebeling me<em>i</em>as serious<em>i</em>or studious when<em>i</em>I had ck<em>i</em>hair and sses, something<em>i</em>that I had no image<em>i</em>of myself as. Despite<em>i</em>the change<em>i</em>in appearance, my<em>i</em>inner self remained exactly<em>i</em>the same. I<em>i</em>didnt like the<em>i</em>punks who caused<em>i</em>amotion in the school, nor<em>i</em>did I want<em>i</em>to hang out<em>i</em>with<em>i</em>them.
I<em>i</em>never<em>i</em>liked those who<em>i</em>stayed out of the<em>i</emmunity, yet<em>i</em>clustered together and<em>i</em>stirred up trouble. The<em>i</em>same applies<em>i</em>to the neighborhood nuisance gang<em>i</em>of delinquents and girls<em>i</em>who were adept at forming substandard rtionships with<em>i</em>their fuzzy eyshes.
Or<em>i</em>perhaps the truth<em>i</em>was that I was<em>i</em>simply intimidated.
But<em>i</em>it would<em>i</em>have been terrible if Hirai<em>i</em>had been with<em>i</em>us today.
Hirai<em>i</em>would have unarguably been<em>i</em>frightened. Moreover, Hirai<em>i</em>was petite and had<em>i</em>a bewitching body. It<em>i</em>was customary for someone to<em>i</em>apany another for the night shift job, but I was sure she<em>i</em>would have been<em>i</em>terrified On top<em>i</em>of that, we<em>i</em>were in this<em>i</em>kind of ce.
Oh<em>i</em>my, that girl<em>i</em>will be fine!
What!?g7tuy
Hirai<em>i</em>is rather<em>i</em>fearless.
But shes a<em>i</em>girl, and inwardly, she<em>i</em>must be
At<em>i</em>least shes tougher than<em>i</em>you, Hakamada.
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Tougher<em>i</em>than<em>i</em>me Then<em>i</em>how much<em>i</em>of a weakling<em>i</em>was I being<em>i</em>viewed as?
Oh, speaking<em>i</em>of which
Aoyama,<em>i</em>did you see that on your<em>i</em>way here?
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The cat the cats
That<em>i</em>sprang to mind when I brought<em>i</em>up Hirai. Aoyama raised an eyebrow when I<em>i</em>inquired about whether he<em>i</em>noticed it and lightly smacked me on the<em>i</em>head.
Hey! Dont remind<em>i</em>me of that!
Oh, so he<em>i</em>did see it, after<em>i</em>all. His reaction<em>i</em>was exactly what<em>i</em>I<em>i</em>had expected, and<em>i</em>I chuckled inwardly.
Every<em>i</em>now and then<em>i</em>theres an animal carcass<em>i</em>lying around, but<em>i</em>that almost made<em>i</em>my heart<em>i</em>stop!
Me<em>i</em>too. It was right<em>i</em>after passing through the<em>i</em>tunnel.
Takenaka<em>i</em>would have had<em>i</em>a stroke if he<em>i</em>had seen<em>i</em>it.
Ah,<em>i</em>haha, Takenaka had a<em>i</em>hard time yesterday.
Time<em>i</em>passed as the<em>i</em>conversation carried on, and Aoyama and I<em>i</em>went about<em>i</em>our usualte-night tasks of adding and organizing merchandise, cing orders, cleaning, and<em>i</em>the like.
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Those<em>i</em>guys, theyre<em>i</em>still there
The<em>i</em>delinquents were still out there<em>i</em>having fun.
Riding<em>i</em>around outside all the time on<em>i</em>their bikes was<em>i</em>a nuisance, but staying in front of the store<em>i</em>was even more disturbing. Thanks to them, not a single customer had arrived at the store since<em>i</em>then. Even<em>i</em>within the store, the unceasingughter could be heard echoing from<em>i</em>outside. Perhaps they have had a lot to drink, some of them were pping their hands<em>i</em>and emitting strange noises.
I was<em>i</em>watching them incredulously, but Aoyama<em>i</em>admonished me, You shouldnt do anything. Its best not to be concerned about them.
But those<em>i</em>guys, theyre definitely the ones<em>i</em>who litter.
It cant be<em>i</em>helped. The<em>i</em>ce is what it is, and sometimes there are people<em>i</em>like that.
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I<em>i</em>didnt get what he was talking<em>i</em>about, but I didnt want to get involved, so I<em>i</em>stopped gawking at them.
That was<em>i</em>my thought, but unfortunately, there<em>i</em>was still trash to be disposed of, so I<em>i</em>gathered up the trash<em>i</em>and stepped out of the safe zone of the store<em>i</em>and into the danger zone. The<em>i</em>hot and humid<em>i</em>August night<em>i</em>wind swept over me, and I<em>i</em>was almost staggered by the sound of vulgarughter<em>i</em>that stimted my eardrums.
Oh, the staff<em>i</em>ising out.grh3
What the<em>i</em>hell, did youe here toin?
Nheless, I<em>i</em>ignored itpletely and went<em>i</em>around to the rear side of the store.
Oh, if I had<em>i</em>been a little stronger in a fight, I would have<em>i</em>protested without hesitation.
Good<em>i</em>grief Being young<em>i</em>must be good
To<em>i</em>be able to<em>i</em>do anything and have fun, even if you<em>i</em>were aggravating people<em>i</em>without even realizing it, must b<i>e<em>i</em></i>a blessing in a sense.
What<em>i</em>a breath of fresh air it<em>i</em>would be if I could say it to them. Impossible, though.
I walked<em>i</em>to the buildings back with a<em>i</emrge garbage bag as frustration<em>i</em>began to set in. After<em>i</em>all, listening to that foolish<em>i</emugh made me furious. You know, that smile on your face like not knowing<em>i</em>even a millimeter of the harshness of society you should be working, damn you!
The<em>i</em>spark that was<em>i</em>steadily igniting in<em>i</em>the pit of my stomach<em>i</em>cooled off when I<em>i</em>reached the garbage<em>i</em>dumpster in the<em>i</em>back<em>i</em>of the store.
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