Paglaudu Maksiinei muguriņu... Vēl palasīsi???

"You know I've never thought I wanted to be somebody else," Sumire blurted out once, perhaps urged on by the more-than-usual amount of wine she'd drunk. "But sometimes I think how nice it would be to be like you."

Miu held her breath for a moment. Then she picked up her wineglass and took a sip. For a second, the light dyed her eyes the crimson of the wine. Her face was drained of its usual expression.

"I'm sure you don't know this," she said calmly, returning her glass to the table...

how nice it would be to be like you...