asked him: "What does it mean to like?"
Tired of this, he thought about it: "I don't know very well, maybe, I can't bear to part with it?"
didn’t say anything anymore, and I don’t know if he’s enlightened or not.
A transport truck drove over and stopped in front of them. The driver who had already been contacted made a gesture to them.
Miles stood up and finally dusted the empty space above 's head: "Live a good life."
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