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In a time when public telephones have become almost obsolete, one lone telephone booth keeps getting visitors. It stands in the town of Otsuchi, on a windy hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

Man, what a day! Otsuchi, you wild little town. I woke up this mornin’ with a killer headache. Probably from last night’s ramen binge at that joint on Kawai Street. Seriously, who knew slurping noodles could be a sport? Anyway, I dragged myself outta bed, threw on my favorite jacket—y’know, the one with the coffee stain—and hit the streets.

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