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Wednesday, Nov. 20, 2019 @ 11:32 pm

We sit at the bar at an izakaya, the air filled with a haze of smoke. The staff shout at each other across the room. Plates slide in front of us: grilled shishito peppers, deep fried sweet prawns, and kimchi cucumbers. Draft Sapporo.

We sit tucked together at the end of the bar. A prawn balances in my chopsticks.

“What would you like to do in the next year of your life?” I ask him before taking a bite.

He contemplates for a moment.

“Climb. Dance. And write. I want to write more of my book.”

“That all sounds so much like you. Anything else?”

He looks down. He looks up and smiles shyly.

“Spend more time with you.”

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