わたしは一袋のひまわりの種を飼って、四月半ばのあたたかな夕方、隣の家の チャイムを鳴らした。
(I couldn't accurately catch the prompt and started writing with a different prompt) He arrived as an invited guest. But he couldn't hear anyone's voice. "Ah, I did it again," I muttered to myself and pulled out my smartphone. The date was wrong. It happens all the time. The transportation cost was wasted, but I could just come back another time. ...The date wasn't wrong. In the chilly entrance hall, he felt the air around him grow even colder. Calm down. I must be making some mistake. Maybe there are two entrances? Maybe there are other buildings with the same name? Multiple thoughts swirled around in his mind. He opened the invitation email he had received. Date and time - correct. Location - correct... He noticed there was a contact phone number at the end of the invitation email. He tried calling. No answer. Of course, the meeting has already started... His pulse quickened. Despite the cold, he began to sweat. The phone rang! "Hey, where are you? Everyone's waiting for you!" Good, I was being waited for. When he told them that no one was at the venue, the person on the phone said, puzzled, that people had gathered.
He hadn't made any mistakes... Where on earth had I ended up...?
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