It died. In Chinese saying, everything has its begining and its ending, inculde a chair, a TV or a bowl. My faoved bowl just reached his ending a day before yesterday. I was sad, honto. I have a lot of feelings for things that I like a lot. It might be really funny for you guys, but I cried when I saw him on the floor in three parts. I know it is kind of too much, but once I cried when I burned my favored towel.
I bought this bowl when I went to Boston last winter with Toshi. I like it a lot and used it for all my dinner. He was a good bowl. I didn't throw him away. I keep it in my room, maybe I can find someway to fix it.
GOOD BOWL, GOOD NIGHT.
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