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the loops right, the slant right.
The same day I had taken a selfie with my colleague Mei on a bullet train to Kyoto, our bento boxes in the corner of the frame. The same day I’d stood under neon signs in Shinjuku, jet-lagged and happy, texting my mother a photo of a vending machine that sold hot coffee in cans.
I pulled up my airline continue reading …
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