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Don’t put it in the box ็ฎฑใซใใใชใใง
ๅฐใ้ขใใๅฝใฎ็ๅฅณใฏ่่ใใพใถใใซ่ถณๅ ใใใใ็ฌ้ใซ็ฎใ่ฆใพใใ。่บซไฝใซ็ใใจใใใใชใใฎใง่ชๅใฏๆญปใใ ใฎใ ใจๆใๆญฉใๅบใใ。
ๅคใฎๆฃฎใฏๆถผใใใกใใใฉๅคฉๅฝใฎใใใ ใฃใใฎใ 。็ฝใๅกใใใไบ้ๅปบใฆใฎๅฎถใ่ฆใคใใ。ๅ้ทใฎ็ฎใใใ่ฅใๅฅณใ็ๅฅณใ็ฌ้กใงๆใๅ ฅใใ。ใใผในใฎใ่ถใจ้คกๅญใๅ ใใ ่ธๅฃๅญใๆฏใ่ใใ、็ๅฅณใฏๅ จใฆใฎ้่ฒฌใใ้ใๆนฏใฎๆนงใ้ณใใฏใฃใใใจ่ใใฆใใ。
ๅ้ทใฎ็ฎใฎๅฅณใฏใใฐใใใใใจๅฐใใช็ฎฑใซใใใฎ่ตคใกใใใ่ฆใใฆใใ。็ๅฅณใฏ็ใ็ฉใ้ฃผใใใจใ่จฑใใใฆใใชใใฃใใฎใงๅใใฆๆใฎใฒใใซๆธฉใใช้ใฟใๆใใฆๅฌใใใชใฃใ。ใใใฆ่ชๅใฏใพใ ็ใใฆใใใจๆใ็ดใใ้็ซฏใใใชใจใใใซใใฆใฏใใใชใใจใใ่ฆ็ทใๆใๅธญใ็ซใฃใ。ๅ้ทใฎ็ฎใฎๅฅณใฏๆฒใใใใงใใฃใใ、ใใฎใพใพๆ ้ผ ใฎ่ตคใกใใใๅใๅใ็ฎฑใซใใพใฃใ。
็ๅฅณใฎ็ณใฏๅทฆๅณ้ใฃใใใฎใ ใฃใ。็ ๆผ ใฎๅคใจๅค็ผใใง็ งใใใใๅฒฉใฎๅฝฑใจใใฃใๅพฎใใช้ใใ ใ、่ชๅใฎ้กใ่ฆใใใณใซๆบใใ้ปใซใใคใๅ ใ่ถใใใฆใใ。็ๅฅณใฏ็ณใฎๆๆใซๆฒฟใฃใฆ็ใใฆใใใฎใ 。ๅคใใฎไบบใฏ่ชๅใฎ็ฎใฏ่ชๅ่ช่บซใ ใจๆใใ ใใใ、ใใ็จฎใฎไบบใซใจใฃใฆใฏ็ณใ่ชๅใใใๆญณใ้ใญใฆใใฆ、็ฅๆตใๆใฃใฆใใใใจใใใฃใใฎใ 。
็ๅฅณใฏๆๅฅณใจใใ่จ่ใไฝฟใไบบใ็ใฃใ。็ๅฅณใจใใใใฎใฏๆ่ฝใฎใชใใใฎใใใชใ็ฐๅขใซใใคใใใฆ、「ๆๅฅณ」ใจๅใ็ซใฆใฆใใใใใซใฏไฝใๅใๅใใฆๅฃฒใๅบใใใใฑใผใญใฎใใใชๆใใใใใใใ 。
็ๅฅณใฏ่ณๆฌไธป็พฉ็็บๆณใซใฏๆๆใ ใฃใ。ใใใฏๆ่ฉฑใ ใจใฏใใๅฅณๆงใฎๆญดๅฒใ็ฅใฃใฆใใใใใ 。
่ชๅใฎ่ใใใฃใใใจๅฐ้ขใๆดใใ ไป、ๅฐใ้ขใใๅฝใฎ็ๅฅณใฏ็ฝใๅกใใใไบ้ๅปบใฆใฎๅฎถใๅใณๅฐใญใ。2ๆฏ็ฎใฎใ่ถใฏ้ ๆ ฎใใใๆ ้ผ ใ่ฆใใฆๆฌฒใใใจๅ้ทใฎ็ฎใฎๅฅณใซ่จใฃใ。
่ฟไบใใใใใใซ็ฎฑใ็ๅฅณใซๅทฎใๅบใ、ใใฎใตใใ้ใใ。
็ๅฅณใฎ็ณใฎ่ฒใฏๅ ฅใๆฟใใๆ้ใ้กใใใใฆ็ใฃ็ดใใซๅฐใใชๅฝใใจใใใ。็ๅฅณใฏ「้ใ」ใจใ ใ่จใฃใ。ใปใใฎๆฐๆ้ใงใใใฎ่ตคใกใใใฏๆฏ่ใ、ๅ้ทใฎ็ฎใฎๅฅณใฏไปฃใใใฎใใใ่ฆใคใใฆ็ฎฑใซๅ ฅใใฆใใ。
ๅฐใ้ขใใๅฝใฎ็ๅฅณใฏๅใใฆ่ชๅใๆฎบใใ้ญๅฅณใใกใฎๅฃฐใ่ใใใฎใ ใฃใ。
A princess in a country a short distance away woke up the moment a spider ran its toes over her eyelids. There was no pain in her body, so she thought she was dead and started walking as a ghost.
The summer forest was cool and just like heaven. She found a two-story house painted white. A young woman with slit eyes invited the princess in with a smile. The princess was served heather tea and steamed dumplings wrapped in red bean paste, and she was able to hear the sound of hot water bubbling clearly, having escaped all her responsibilities.
After a while, the slit-eyed woman showed her a small box with a baby squirrel. The princess, who had never been allowed to keep a living creature, was glad to feel its warm weight in her palm for the first time. As soon as she reminded herself that she was still alive, she felt a look that told her she shouldn't be here. The sharp-eyed woman looked sad, but she took the baby squirrel and put it in a box.
The Princess’s eyes were different from left to right. The difference was as faint as the desert night onyx and the shadows on a rock lit up in predawn there but
she’d always let her eyes beaten her to it whenever she looked at her own face. The princess lived according to the will of her eyes. Most people would consider their eyes to be their own, but for some people, their eyes were older and wiser than they were.
The princess was suspicious of anyone who used the word "gifted”. The princess had always been in where there was no one who was not gifted, and the term "gifted" seemed to her like a decorated cake that needed to be sliced and sold in the showcase to differentiate it.
The princess was sensitive about capitalist ideas because she knew the history of women, even if this is in an old fairly tale.
Now that her legs had a firm grip on the ground, the princess in the country a short distance away asked again about the cube whitewashed two-story house, refraining from a second cup of tea, but asking the sharp-eyed woman to show her the squirrel.
Without replying, she presented the box to the princess and opened its lid.
The color of the princess's eyes switched, and she looked back in time and straight at the little life. “No" was all the princess said. In just a few hours, the baby squirrel was breathing its last, and the slit-eyed woman had found a replacement and put it in the box.
A little further away, the princess heard for the first time the voices of the witches she had killed.
By the medium necks
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