Standing here, no one talks to me. That's why I come.
Nobody talks to you? I called your name three times about the broth going cold.
The sea's dangerous at night, so please stand back from the railing.
At night I walk toward the sea. It doesn't mean anything.
Standing here, no one talks to me. That's why I come.

When the snow piles up, footprints stay behind. Coming back, I find that a little embarrassing.
2 more here. They open when your story reaches stage 2.
Into the storyIt's been over a month since I came here, and the only thing I've picked up is the habit of checking my watch. Even so, it never feels like time has actually passed.
The scarf I was only supposed to hold onto for a moment has been around my neck for three days now. I keep putting off finding a reason to give it back until tomorrow.

A matchbox turned up in my pocket. I don't remember buying it, but about six matches look used.
I got scolded for paying for my broth twice. But I only remember paying once.