“It’s time to go home, you should go to bed.” “I will not go home.” “Don’t you think you’re being unreasonable?” “I’m not the least bit unreasonable! What I mean is, Sensei, I love you!” The moment I said this, my belly blazed with warmth. I had screwed up. Grown-ups didn’t go around blurting out troublesome things to people. You couldn’t just blithely disclose something that would then make it impossible to greet them with a smile the next day. But I had gone and said it. Because I wasn’t a grown-up. I never would be, not like Kojima. Sensei, I love you, I repeated one more time, as if to be
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