Lunch in Tokyo

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Someone once told me that I was a shiny person — a character, of sorts. I didn't believe them, but I knew what they meant. There comes a person, in your life, who will be shiny. They will ask you questions until the sun rises, and you will feel compelled to answer.

Lunch in Tokyo ← back to notes Lunch in Tokyo Someone once told me that I was a shiny person — a character, of sorts. I didn't believe them, but I knew what they meant. There comes a person, in your life, who will be shiny. They will ask you questions until the sun rises, and you will feel compelled to answer. I introduced Ken and Alice this year, an endeavor I'd been trying for years. They were, in my eyes, perhaps as compatible as they could be. Alice and I met in Ken's hotel lobby, the air overly perfumed, the flowers overly stiff, and the staff overly polite. He met us by the elevators, an

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