“Yuichi,” I said, “the fact that you're relaxed enough with me now to tell me how you're really feeling is a source of comfort to me. It makes me very happy. So happy I feel like shouting it from the rooftops.”
“What kind of talk is that? Sounds like it was translated from English.” Yuichi smiled, the light from the table lamp shining on his face. His shoulders shook beneath his navy blue sweater.
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