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I didn't wig out when I learned there was someone else living in my rental house. She was Japanese and let me know she had lived here before. We were both shy about exchanging our stories." 
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 "My first week in Kyoto, walking into a Shinto shrine, I realized my cellphone was missing from my back pocket. I found it half an hour later, sitting on an empty table in a busy cafe."
"My mind traveled to Emiko's riddle, just after we were throwing stones into the canal. What could be worse, she asked me, than a terrible cold that could never be cured. When I finally figured it out, Emiko was nowhere to be found."  |
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