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I find myself thinking about this place all the time. I just feel completely empty here. Like I'm in exile. Yeah the pieces to the puzzle lie in my family but also in the Aloha state. I have flashes of the places I'd be at now if I were there. All I see are the streets, the highways carving through the mountains, the beaches and the bike routes there, the lack of New Yorkers or Floridians. All I hear are the sounds of my air conditioner going crazy or the creaking of the floor in the living room or the ships in the harbor or the wind brushing my dad's truck (or my Acura). Where are my Japs? WHERE ARE MY JAPS!?
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