January 23?
Mochi of a long walk in the wrong direction, dango, looking for Hirakata station, getting stuck on a Japanese freeway a little refreshment at the 7/11 and stadning outside. Maybe a little too much talk about appearances of the customers as we peered in the window, kind of makes me sick. I want the innocence of Nagano Daigaku. Thighs burn from the cold. Japanese always mention the weather, every day a different season. A look at winter tambohs. Yung-hun says they think he is Japanese and then he says, "hi!"
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