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He was so nice to everyone that day. Shaking their hands, cheerfully greetings, hugs, kisses... Ok, no kisses. But if I'd known the reason behind that, I wonder what I would have done.
I still remember that bright smile of his on that day. He held me tight, like a good friend, gave me a pat on the back. He told me, "You keep it up, Chain!"
...I never saw him again.
Or Linear for that matter. Now I just wonder, why didn't I figure it out somehow? Why..., how could I have been so dense? I just hope he returns someday to see how much greater I've become. I've been working hard all this time. So he'd better come back.
He'd better...