We didn't plan to go kite flying, but as L called Him - he is our own doraemon who pulled out a kite from nowhere (or more precisely, the car boot). The wind also arrived from nowhere (or more romantically, from some far away kingdom). And the kite just flew..... and if I could only bottle up this magic into a keychain I could carry everywhere, I feel like I would never grow old, never experience growing aches and would laugh forever. However, since that is not an option, one shall just keep meeting up with friends, for every one of them, are part of the alchemy to turn time into gold.
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