Mamimi: Or like a panda with a mean face, or like
Naota: My brother, I mean – how much do you like him? Mamimi: It’s hard. Naota: You saw the sign at our bakery, that bread’s old. Mamimi: …Watermelon. Naota: Huh? Mamimi: Or like a panda with a mean face, or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them, or the smell of a blackboard eraser, […]