School courtyard.
Looking at the courtyard that had doubled in size, I could not help but recall the year when I was forced to take part in a sprint at a sports meeting. I ended up falling down and was so embarrassed.
Sighing involuntarily, I lowered my head and smiled slowly.
I still feel embarrassed thinking about it now.
Some people, however, had to bring it up and rub it in.
I saw Don pointing in the direction ahead. "I remember someone fell there during the sports meeting one year. Do you have an impression of it?"
My good guy.
I brushed my hair, pretending to be confused. "Really? I don't. Could you be mistaken?"
I wanted him to mistakenly think that he had remembered incorrectly, but Don had a deep memory. "No, I was taking photos then, but I forgot who it was. Let me think..."
His trailing sentence gave me a pause. I hoped he would not recall that it was me. I would like to keep my reputation.
Immediately afterward, Don fashioned a camera with his hands, tilted his head, and thought, "Could it be you?"
"It would be bad for me to deny now that you’ve recalled, Professor Logan," I said in a helpless tone.
It was also admirable to me that he could still remember things from long ago.
Noticing my slightly evading expression, Don smiled brightly. "I didn't expect my memory to be so good, but things were quite lively at that time. I still remember a group of people shouting to cheer you up."
I covered my face and lowered my gaze. "Okay, okay. Let’s not mention these embarrassing things."
"It's not bad to keep some memories. It’s better than me. I don't have any memories." Don propped his hands back and looked up at the sky. His eyes revealed frustration.
"It's all over anyway. The most important thing is the present, no?" I smiled at him.
Hearing that, Don nodded and turned to me. “Yes, you’re right. I’m surprised that you’ve been married for so many years. You must’ve been very young when you got married."
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