While discussing the break, he wanted to kiss him.
"I have a fungal infection in my mouth"
"Fuck his fungal infection"
He was getting sicker and sicker and could only lie in a hospital bed.
"I brought you clean clothes"
"I feel bad"
"I know"
"I'm sore, I don't know if it's from a fever or fear, maybe both, I'm scared. I'm scared. Always Yes. I miss you so much."
He stepped forward, raised his head, kissed him hard, and reached out to help him, and they both laughed after he came.
He cried and said "I'm sorry it's you"
as he got sicker and went back to the apartment he had packed up earlier.
"I'm ready, you have to take care, especially don't get mad about it"
"Well, I know"
"I'm not dead, what are you doing, I've had enough"
"We just turned off the lights, go to sleep"
he He lay down and looked at him, but got up and helped him end the final torment. He looked at him who was not angry and couldn't stop crying.
After his death, friends who fought together before his death came to see him one after another. They didn't cry in sorrow, they already knew that this would end.
"He wants us to smash those insurance brokers with his ashes."
"Then are we fifty-five, or do you prefer four or six?"
"Twenty-eight, you take eight."
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