Chapter 8
On my break at 2pm, I sit down in the back of Yum-Yum-Cakes with my phone. I type pros of living in Italy in the Google search bar.
Good food.
Rich culture.
Amazing architecture.
Pretty convincing, especially the food part.
Now for the part that I dreaded. The cons.
High crime.
High taxes.
Bad public transportation.
Ok, so the high crime really scares me.
I really only fear being away from Ozzie and flying. Those are the only two factors that stand in my way.
Stupid flying.
Stupid, stupid flying.
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Sorry, this is an extremely short chapter. Couldn't really think of anything. The next chapter will be a lot longer, so I guess I'm prepping you for that?
I guess that's it . . .
NOW IT'S YOUR TURN, POTATOES.
Should Mirai go or stay? (Should I stay or should I go? Sorry that song always pops into my head.)
Thank you for reading and all that jazz.
I am going to go now and eat mints because that is all I do with my life.
LOVE,
ME
(The author of this love story :L)
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Obviously Me
RomansaA Japanese twenty-something girl. A cupcake shop. A stranger. A little girl who thinks everyone is a princess in their own way. Maybe this world isn't such a bad place after all. --- Mirai Hayata is a Japanese girl who works in a cupcake shop with h...
