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Shindou sat across from me at the table. She wore a spagetti strap tank top and shorts that barely deserved the word. She dressed the way my mother wished and didn't wish I would dress. Shindou looked like a girl, I dressed like a boy most of the time. Again, that's according to my mum. Father sat next to me, across from my mother, trying to make up for lost time that I didn't think mattered. "How is school?" he asked. We spoke in japanese for his sake. His english is very poor. I shrugged. "Alright, I suppose." Mum had yelled at me for only giving one word answers, so I began adding "I suppose" to everything. Shindou giggled. "I'm top of