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[kobes]

Too late, I made fifty-six Christmas cards to afford it, and it's already wrapped.

Pretty girls got adopted. I didn't. I ran away before I could get a job at the cannery or in some rich guy's house as a maid, which was the best a not-pretty orphan could ask for.
And I like girls just fine. I'm just not one of them.

Oh. [There's a reflexive urge to write this down, to try and trace out a map built from the scraps Sanji's given him, but.] It seems impossible, imagining you not cooking. It'd be a waste. A
Tragedy, maybe.
I'm glad you didn't listen to your family. About that and everything else.

I'll do my best. And maybe try something on, when I'm helping you get ready. If I look stupid you can't laugh at me, though, or I'll cry.