A young woman has decidedly strange hobbies. She has fun calling strangers and hanging up on them. However, one night, she dials the wrong number, and on the other side of the line a pre-recorded voice announces her death for the same day, at 2 hours and 5 minutes.
I was 20 years old when I just started living on my own. I was 20 years old when I first started living on my own, and all sorts of "what if I become ________" thoughts came into my head. The "too small" me, who used to murmur childish fantasies like "What if that cloud falls down" or "What if I don't know where I live?
