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that Nagasawa chose me, a person with no distinctive qualities, to be<br />

his special friend. People I hardly knew treated me with a certain<br />

respect because of it, but what they did not seem to realize was that<br />

the reason for my having been chosen was a simple one, namely that I<br />

treated Nagasawa with none of the adulation he received from other<br />

people. I had a definite interest in the strange, complex aspects of his<br />

nature, but none of those other things - his good marks, his aura, his<br />

looks - impressed me. This must have been something new for him.<br />

There were sides to Nagasawa's personality that conflicted in the<br />

extreme. Even I would be moved by his kindness at times, but he<br />

could just as well be malicious and cruel. He was both a spirit of<br />

amazing loftiness and an irredeemable man of the gutter. He could<br />

charge forward, the optimistic leader, even as his heart writhed in a<br />

swamp of loneliness. I saw these paradoxical qualities of his from the<br />

start, and I could never understand why they weren't just as obvious to<br />

everyone else. He lived in his own special hell.<br />

Still, I think I always managed to view him in the most favourable<br />

light. His greatest virtue was his honesty. Not only would he never lie,<br />

he would always acknowledge his shortcomings. He never tried to<br />

hide things that might embarrass him. And where I was concerned, he<br />

was unfailingly kind and supportive. Had he not been, my life in the<br />

dorm would have been far more unpleasant than it was. Still, I never<br />

once opened my heart to him, and in that sense my relationship with<br />

Nagasawa stood in stark contrast to me and Kizuki. The first time I<br />

saw Nagasawa drunk and tormenting a girl, I promised myself never,<br />

under any circumstances, to open myself up to him.<br />

There were several "Nagasawa Legends" that circulated throughout<br />

the dorm. According to one, he supposedly once ate three slugs.<br />

Another gave him a huge penis and had him sleeping with more than<br />

100 girls.<br />

The slug story was true. He told me so himself. "Three big mothers,"<br />

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