Two dogs took in cats from their home to play a game.
Each week, there would be less cats.
The bad cats were eaten by a dog's friend, C.
Except for one that made the dog angry.

Frederica Bernkastel

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first: fresh air
in the fall.
napping,
dreaming.

horsing around
in the clubroom,
so free.

things I miss:
running around,
unworried,
everyone happy.

now I'm here
and dead, but
maybe
everything will

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an ideal world
pure as freshly fallen snow
what a lovely dream

a droplet of ink
spilled and left behind too long
cannot be erased

the sky and the sea
hide truth behind clouds and waves
do not trust

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We’re okay.

There’s the door. On one side, it’s locked tight. The other, covered in darkness. There’s no way inside, even though it has what ▮. But it can only be opened from one side. - Mako

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Foŕ Fuwa-kun's eyeś only! Don't read if you aren't him or I'lľ haunt you.

Thánks for what you did. It was stupid and risky but thanks. Toranosuke-kun wrote you a poem. Telľ Hanyuu-san Furude is okay.