She spoke about the disappointments she had experienced, the pressure she felt to have her life figured out, and the strange loneliness of being surrounded by people while feeling that nobody really knew her.
When she finished, she felt embarrassed.
“Sorry,” she said. “I don’t usually tell strangers all of that.”
“Good,” Kenji replied.
Yuki blinked.
“Good?”
“It means you have standards. Imagine if you told every stranger your entire life story. We’d never finish buying groceries.”
She laughed despite herself.
Then his expression softened.
“I’ve
She learned not
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