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inside the plant you once gifted me, a frog had been sitting for many days without the slightest stir. did it climb the stairs one by one all the way to the first floor? can you believe that? even when i watered it, it didn't move. even when i nudged it, it wouldn't leave. why was it hiding in the shadow of those dense, spreading leaves? had it written something against a politician? was it a killer behind the city's notable murders? or was this plant its sacred site on a pilgrimage to inner peace? was it preparing to rot here, having renounced all desire? whatever the reason — it has disappeared now. and so, i have my spot back. one small request — if you gift me a tree next time, it would be nice to sit under it. — haka