ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ ɪs ᴀɴ ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ, ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛғᴜʟ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ʜɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ—ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ᴍɪɴᴀ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏɴɢᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ: ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ɪs ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀs sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏsᴀʟ. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋs ᴏғ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀsᴋs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ, ᴘʀᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ.

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The park was quiet for a Saturday afternoon. The cherry blossoms had just begun to fall, drifting lazily across the path in pale pink spirals.

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