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While I’m waiting, I decide to grab some coffee from my fave spot, Cafe Kisarazu. Best brew in town, no cap. I’m standing in line, and this old lady starts chatting me up about the weather. “It’s too hot for October!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s Japan. It’s always a surprise!”

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