"did he send you a letter? hasn't he contacted you at all?

my brother, i mean.. how much do you like him?"

"..it's hard.."

"you saw the sign at our bakery - that bread's old."

"..watermelon."

"huh?"

"or like a panda with a mean face, or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them, or the smell of a blackboard eraser, or a sunday morning where you wake up and it's raining.

..well, i like him more than hard bread."

"..why don't you stop, then?"