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More or less submerged in the sentiment, I think the atmosphere and scene of the parting were satisfactory. |
More or less submerged in the sentiment, I think the atmosphere and scene of the parting were satisfactory. |
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− | If a girl were to cry for me in front of everyone, I planned on mailing her entire person to where I live. Of course, I ended up not being a kidnapper. With the power of the EMU <ref>Basically a train that runs on electric motors</ref>, I said goodbye to the land where I |
+ | If a girl were to cry for me in front of everyone, I planned on mailing her entire person to where I live. Of course, I ended up not being a kidnapper. With the power of the EMU <ref>Basically a train that runs on electric motors</ref>, I said goodbye to the land where I lived for almost fifteen years. I didn’t know anyone well enough to have them see me off. |
My parents also left Japan about a week ago, heading to somewhere called the Socotra Archipelago or Soviet Union – something like that. |
My parents also left Japan about a week ago, heading to somewhere called the Socotra Archipelago or Soviet Union – something like that. |
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The train rode into the platform. It was six times the size of the town station where I used to live; people filled the entire stop. I shriveled a bit. Music of my iPod went from piano performance to the howling of a male vocal – a preparation for my courageous journey. The automatic door opened as I plunged first out of the cart; the line began pouring out. |
The train rode into the platform. It was six times the size of the town station where I used to live; people filled the entire stop. I shriveled a bit. Music of my iPod went from piano performance to the howling of a male vocal – a preparation for my courageous journey. The automatic door opened as I plunged first out of the cart; the line began pouring out. |
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− | I didn’t ride the escalator, instead climbing the stairs |
+ | I didn’t ride the escalator, instead climbing the stairs toward ticket booth. Started half-way, I thought for a bit: |
My aunt – the person whom I will be living with: what kind of person is she? I’ve never met her. From the sole information that came from my parents: |
My aunt – the person whom I will be living with: what kind of person is she? I’ve never met her. From the sole information that came from my parents: |