When the second dog died, a girl behind her cried loudly, and everyone wiped away their tears, but I didn't. I'm sitting there alone, alone, and strong, like those terrific dogs in movies. Of course, I am also very touched. This kind of touching is planted in my heart with more respect and cherishing of life.
It's a good feeling to watch a movie alone, although it's a little strange to be scattered in the crowd when the show is over. Focusing on one thing independently, even if it's entertainment, fills my own world all at once. It's also a business, I think.
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