t taurant. It arted to rain again.

    “Say, urned to Kobe recently?” I asked.

    “Nope,” s’s just too far away.  you?”

    “Me neit really o go back.”

    “Yeah.”

    “I imagine the years.”

    e reets of Sapporo for only ten more minutes, quickly running out of to talk about. I returned to my el and  back to ment.

    “Don’t be a stranger. take care of your self.”

    “You too.”

    Suddenly ter made me realize t tomorroed by over 500 kilometers. In a fe streets. e urn to our respective boring routines. e inue truggle as members of t race.

    Back in my el room I turned on tV and started to co bed  taking my stacked my smoked salmon sand the screen.

    A young anding alone in tient carnivore. It ransfixed on  advance or retreat. I felt like I ching a Goddard movie.

    “I y section of to,” t local accent and , maybe stle nervous. “R toion of only about 7500 people. Nobody famous tle to t.”

    t’s too bad I t.

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    “In tury gold dust tle to soon t ’s really quite sad.”

    I popped t bite of my