feels a little narcissistic, and his narrow nest seems to be called “spiritual post”. At noon, w went downstairs alone to take a bus to another place to take a bus home. I did not send her down, just a little station at the door, until the sound of her suitcase gradually disappeared, and I closed the door and returned to the nest. Tuesday to today, just fifth days. I can’t remember how many points began to talk about her last night, slowly, and she talked about me about me, talking about surprise and unsurprisingly, our native family was so similar.