Kento Nakajima and I are classmates. We organized a visit to a place together in high school. I queued up behind him. It was raining. I was wearing a transparent umbrella with water droplets on it. I called him, and at first he said he didn't need to call me for trouble, but I insisted on calling him. In my dream, I was half a head taller than him.
We queued up in front of a machine, which seems to be selling tickets. We both bought tickets and entered that place.
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In a hall, with gray-blue walls, a row of white iron-framed beds are placed against the wall. The bedding is all white. To be honest, it looks like a hospital ward. He was leaning on the bed, under the covers, laughing at the TV show on the opposite wall, I lay beside him, he got into my arms, and we fought on the bed. I still remember that there was a door in that room, the most common kind of spherical door handle with a glass door on top of stainless steel. It was half open, there was a green tree outside the door, and it was raining.
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