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Date Posted: 12:14:26 01/15/01 Mon
Author: Sirod Nayrb
Subject: Impressing memory

I don't erase the message, and just leave it as the money on the table after having a satisfactory meal.

There's a knife on my desk, just at the side of the phone. It draws my attention. Of course, it does. It's a present from ....from..ar...from..ar..ar..from someone I known. I don't care who give it to me. The point is ...is..it really really meaningful to me, and I just love it. It doesn't as sharp as before, but it still can be used to open a letter.
That's great, huh, Alfred. Alfred, that's a impressive name, is there any special meaning of this name? Ok, ok, that's a secret, right ?

I'm looking at the photos ,which stand on the radio. It's me, and my boy. Looking them from the left to the right, I can see how we have both changed. The appearance only I promise. He havent' change at all. You can't find any happy or even emotion on his face. The one with biggest frame is the latest, and I was full of white head at that time. He is a director, although not so famous I think. That photo was taken when he went back this home to get the film he forgotten to bring for making his movie.

This home.

He never back to this home again. He has moved to the house opposite to us. I don't understand, even though I didn't say any words when he was moving to there. Maybe I think that won't raise any problems at that time.You know, it just between a small road. We can still having dinner and taking photos whenever we want.

I was wrong.

He never appearing on this small road again. Sometimes, I can see he turns on his light in the room at nights, and......no more. I wish, just wish, he have ever watched me doing the same thing here at those nights.

(....to be continued.)

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