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Residing Dreams (Chapter 313)

It had been a dream that had led me to Casimir, and it was a dream that would lead me back to him as well. Or, rather, a dream that gave me the faith he would return.
I knew this wouldn’t be our last good bye, and I knew that I could be acting a bit over sentimental. But that didn’t matter. When my troubled friend was in trouble, it was inevitable that I would worry. I wondered how Mr. Chrysanthemum would react when he found out that his asthmatic son was in a fire. Presumably Casimir was relatively unharmed, but still the one who suffered the most from the house fire. Would he care? Would he call to see if Casimir was okay? Or would he even find out at all? Maybe he didn’t want to hear about his son.
But perhaps if he saw Casimir’s diary, then his attitude would change. I’d have to bring up the idea with Casimir sometime. I wondered if he would feel any reluctance towards the matter of his father reading the journal. I deemed it couldn’t hurt to try it.

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