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ใใใใฃใ
ใกใใฃใจ่ฟ้ใใใใใจใๆฎๆฎต่กใใชใ่กใซๅ
ฅใ่พผใใ ใ
ๅฏใใฆใไธใซๆฒปๅฎใใใพใ่ฏใใชใใจ่จใใใฆใใๅๅฐใงใฏใใใใ็ๆผ้ใซ้ใๆใใใ ใใชใๅ้กใชใใ ใใใ
ๅฎ้ใไบบใ่ปใๆฎใฉใใชใใ
ๅพฎใใซใใฌใใ ใใฉใธใชใฎ้ณใ่ใใใฆใใไฝใ ใ
ใชใใ ใ่ๆฐๅณๆชใใฏใใใใใใฎ่ชฟๅญใชใๅ้กใชใๆใใใใใ
่กใซๆใใใใใฎๅบใง๏พ๏พ๏ฝผ๏พ๏ฝฒ๏ฝฝใงใ้ฃใใ
ใใๆใฃใฆใตใจ้กใไธใใใใ็่งฃใใใใใใฎใ่ฆ็ใซๅ
ฅใ่พผใใงใใใปใปใป
Eye Contact
I went down a street I didn't normally walk along as a shortcut. The area was said to be desolate with little law and order but I thought there would be no problem cutting through in the middle of the day. When I headed down there were in fact next to no people nor vehicles and it was so quiet that you could faintly hear the sound of a radio or television. It was eerie but I thought that I should be able to pass through if I kept going. When I got to the end of the street I fancied having something to eat at "Hayashi Rice":http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hayashi_rice and, looking up, something incomprehensible lept into my field of vision...
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