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Mayumi Inaba (稲葉 真弓, Inaba Mayumi, 8 March – 30 August ) was a Japanese writer and poet. She won the Tanizaki Prize in for her memoir To the.

But then, the first izakaya we hit was a total disaster. The owner, this old dude named Mr. Tanaka, was like, “What audit? I don’t know nothin’!” I was like, “C’mon, man! You can’t hide from the numbers!” He was sweatin’ bullets, and I was just tryin’ to keep a straight face. I mean, who knew an audit could be so dramatic?

Students throw molotov cocktail into Dean’s office in school attack