Not so long ago on a very rainy Sunday afternoon, I was home alone.
And I was being emo about many things. Yes, many things. And I thought, maybe some apple juice would make me feel better.
So I went down to the kitchen.
I saw my dear friend Mao staring at me from outside the kitchen window.
d'awww.
Brain: It is raining. Mao looks lonely. I am lonely.
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