"Do you know?"
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/Of course I do. Otherwise, how would I have your new phone number? And your infamous scandal clip? I've been your friend for so many years. Why don't you tell me? If you have any problems, just tell me. Why don't you pretend to be friendless? I'm mad, man./
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Nongnapat paused for a moment when she heard Anda say that. She quickly walked around to the back to find a quiet place to talk without anyone noticing.
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"Um… I'm sorry. I didn't think it would go this far. It happened because of my own ego. I was so arrogant about my design that I had to cut myself off from the outside world."
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/What's with you outside? I don't understand!/
Anda interrupted, unable to hold back any longer.
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"It's like… I bet everything on my clothes. I just made a promise to myself that if I couldn't become a professional designer, I would give up everything. It's a technique that makes me feel powerful."
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/So she kept herself focused on her work. Without meeting anyone until you achieve your goal? /
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"Um... something like that."
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/You idiot...!/
/Then if I hadn't searched porn sites on Google and got your phone number, would I have met you in person again in this life, my friend? Is it necessary to do that? If it's too tight, it'll break, man. Do you know the middle way? The Buddha taught it, but you don't know how to use it. /
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"It's like...."
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/Then what you're doing every day, rolling around naked on the sofa, fingering your vagina for the blue-eyed foreigners to see, how does that relate to your dream designer job? /
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"I was just about to tell you... Anda."
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/Okay, hurry up and tell me before I get even mad at you. Please make me feel like I didn't waste my time. /
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"It went too far, man. At first, I didn't mean it, but loneliness was the cause. People get distracted when they are alone, right? So I just let it go and it has come to this point... The point where I have become an idol to international perverts. I don't know where to start if I want to contact my friends. Let alone my family. Everything in my life is kept a secret. But I still use the clothes I designed. I didn't throw them away."
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/Oh, Pat, your life is darker than jelly. But rest assured, my friend. I will show you the way. From what I've heard, you haven't abandoned the fashion industry, right?/
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"Uh... I still want to be a designer every breath. Otherwise, why would I spend money carrying the clothes I designed to show the foreigners? When those perverts don't want anything but for me to take them off."
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/And do you still worship the French designer's name, what's her name?/
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"Limoné Beauduin"
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/Oh... yeah, that's right. Do you still like his work?/
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"Of course. You are my idol and always will be. I still think that if I meet him in France one day, I will die with my eyes closed."
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/Don't be so arrogant, don't be so extravagant because she is coming to Thailand this weekend. She will launch her new clothing brand in the mall where I work. It will be the first shop in Asia and there will be a fashion show under the concept of Miracle Princess. If it weren't for the fact that I am the secretary of the president and don't know this much information, would I?/
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"You're not kidding me, are you? Where do you work, Anda?"
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/I work at Bon mache'. Will you come? I will reserve a seat for you. There will be many hot models at this event. Oh my! Thinking of a muscular Western man with six-pack abs makes me swoon!... I will arrange a VIP seat for you if you come./
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"Sure...if you can't, you have to! If I have to die, I have to go! You, Limone, are my inspiration. I will not miss this opportunity. Thank you very much, Anda, for thinking of me."
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/It's okay. When I see the name of this Western man, your face floats up. I've been thinking for a long time where I've heard it before. But come out, Phas. I don't want to see you in a place like that. It's like a brothel. Come stay with me first. Don't be shy./
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"........"
Nongnaphat pulled the phone away from her ear, pretending not to hear the kind words of her friend. She was still her! Her arrogance was still high. How could she accept help from others when she herself hadn't achieved her own dream?
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"Yes... yes. I'll go in now. Is it time yet?!"
The slim figure pretended to shout so that the voice leaked into the phone, even though there was not even an ounce of truth in it.
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"That's all for now, Anda. I have to go back to work. We'll talk about the seat reservation and the date later. I'm glad to talk to you again. You're my best friend, Anda."
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/Hey... wait, don't hang up yet!/
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"Toot-toot-toot-toot-toot"
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The friend could only shake her head. The screen of her phone was slid closed. Anda let out a long breath, although she was still anxious.
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"I'm glad I found you. What kind of person never changes no matter how many years pass? Sigh… At least if you could go out and see the outside world, you might change your mind and not go back to doing that lowly job again. Oh, Pat! I'm really worried about you, my friend."