[ His voice is a little mocking. Safety in self-deprecation, safety is sarcasm. ]
Stop that horrible racket I'm making? No, I don't think so.
[ He turns around and squats down, flicking his forefinger at a little accumulation of dust in a corner. It remains unmoved, unaffected. ]
It seems there's no way to intervene in this memory. Which really is a pity; I'd like to give my younger self a few pieces of advice on how to wear his hair.
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[ His voice is a little mocking. Safety in self-deprecation, safety is sarcasm. ]
Stop that horrible racket I'm making? No, I don't think so.
[ He turns around and squats down, flicking his forefinger at a little accumulation of dust in a corner. It remains unmoved, unaffected. ]
It seems there's no way to intervene in this memory. Which really is a pity; I'd like to give my younger self a few pieces of advice on how to wear his hair.