Read up; part 33. 


Having to worry about whether someone is healthy enough to tolerate my fierce hatred or criticism before I decide to blame them — that’s what I call getting old. Masayo gave a somewhat serious sigh. But she had a smile on her face. I would never understand her. 

-N 

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