Wanchen was stiff as a wall... I slammed into him, hurting myself all over, and he even coughed from being splashed with saliva.He reached out with one arm, pulling me close and holding me against hi...as holding a wooden stick and a pot lid, like shields, but he tripped on the stairs and rolled down all the way.This is the middle-aged man who lives across from us that we saw today, the one who aske...
Do we meet again? Or part ways?