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Today is Monday. I’m stuck at Nay’s place. There never has been any fire. I mean, the napkin thing did happen, but the washing machine never exploded. The inundation happened though; in fact, the water tap is a little bit old, so it dripped all night and I didn’t notice, so it wetted my kitchen. So yeah, I lied, slightly, Nayeon didn’t believe it anyway, she’s not stupid. I lied because I don’t want my best friend to worry. My dad died last week, and I inherit…depts. Dad invested in a lot of money in bad businesses and loosed a lot of money, he had a little excessive penchant for alcohol, particularly whiskey, so, after losing so much money, his alcoholism didn’t disappear at all… I know that if I tell Nayeon, she will lend or give me money, and it’s the last thing I want. I don’t want to have more liabilities and I don’t want charity. So, for now, I’m staying at Nay’s place, until I can sell my apartment and rent a cheaper one. I’ll stay here for 2 weeks at most… 

The time now is already 9 a.m. Nayeon is already at the college. She’s probably in class right now. I’m sure she’s bossing around, she loves it, she loves teaching...

This morning she was all happy, I’m sure it’s because she couldn’t wait to torture her poor students. She’s wicked. Hahaha, I’m kidding. I love her a lot. She’s my best friend since… wow, I feel old right now… we know each other since high school. She was a kid, probably 13 and I was 14, we were both in advance in a country we barely knew…

I remember when I first saw her, she was alone in a corner, she was lost. She seemed so fragile, so small. I barely recognize her now, she changed so much…in a good way (right?).

Sometimes I feel like she acts cold and tough because she is vulnerable inside… since that happened…it broke her into pieces. Since then she’s so different… But, recently, I noticed that she seems brighter and lifeful, I wonder who made her change. I wish it was me… It’s not that I romantically love her, she’s not my type anyway (I’m not interested in girls) … It’s because I love her as my best friend and I don’t want her to take risks again, to break again, she’s so fragile. I wish I could protect her. But I guess I can’t control her life like a precious object that I can lock so it isn’t touched by others, so it doesn’t fall and break…

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After an exhausting class, a short lunch followed by some business meetings, it’s finally 5 p.m.

I’m at Mina’s place. She let me enter and told me to sit waiting for her in the living room while she finishes