One day, long time ago, I got a message from someone I don't know. It is a man from somewhere. I was not try to ignore, I thought, it would be fun for having friend from others. He asked my name, where I live, and soon. I answered, not lie but not easy to understand. I asked some question. He did not tell himself and I never push someone to tell the truth about himself, I really don't care about it cos I thought we would never meet and I thought people could communicate without see who you are. I wonder. I kept my identity and conversation began. Till, he sent me a message and accosted me with clear name. I surprised because he was someone I know. I got shame, but he began speak rudely to me. I cut him off and I changed my number. It did not mean anything cos he know me but at least not in phone. Since that day, when a new number called and I don't know who you are, I will ask your name. This question is like a password for me, when you did not answer it, or just play with me, I will not care. I will not being anxious, It is easy to me to delete. When, you still ask me why I did not call you. It is simple, may be you ignore this question before.
(Strange Wall, page 21)
That's make me easy to understand why my friend hate cat, why my friend don't like butterfly. I believe there is a history behind their respond. It begin long time ago...
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