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Osamu Dazai was on a museum date with Fyodor Dostoyevski. At first, Fyodor took Osamu to an ice cream shop, then they went to a museum. So far, everything was normal, but soon that would change.
They were walking past beautiful pieces of art.
You see, Osamu was actually an art connoisseur himself, so this outing was his perfect date, and so was his date, or at least it was until his date said something really concerning.
They were standing in front of an old portrait. And Fyodor said, "I never liked this one. The artist got my nose wrong."