What do you remember about being inside? [What's it like being pollen? Or a hidden petal? Most people live and live and live without experiencing what Hijikata did!]
No. There are...cars...we can take.
[Cautiously. Xingchen closes his eyes when he is inside of them. Maybe Hijikata can hold his hand and help him feel better?
Picking up the basket, he walks to the street to hail...a car. A cab. What are they called?]
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No. There are...cars...we can take.
[Cautiously. Xingchen closes his eyes when he is inside of them. Maybe Hijikata can hold his hand and help him feel better?
Picking up the basket, he walks to the street to hail...a car. A cab. What are they called?]