Last night Iris brought me a dried soba noodle. “If you break this noodle, you can make a single wish,” she said. “It’s called the Wishing Noodle.”
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Last night Iris brought me a dried soba noodle. “If you break this noodle, you can make a single wish,” she said. “It’s called the Wishing Noodle.”
…and? AND??
I wished for a hug.
and…?
I got it, reluctantly.
I bet she was hoping you would wish for Pocky, or maybe steak, so she could tell you EXACTLY where to pick up your wish-come-true, and then the two of you would have to go and get it.
shwew…i just couldn’t stand the cormac mccarthy-style ambiguous ending!