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After that, I head over to the Komatsushimacho Park. It’s a chill spot, lotsa trees and stuff. I’m sittin’ on a bench, sketching some ideas for the film. Suddenly, a bunch of kids run by, playin’ tag. One of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt!” But he just gets up and laughs. Kids are tough, man.

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