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In all seriousness, I sometimes wonder if anyone has stranger dreams than I.
Going to Tokyo in the rain, I guess, gotta meet Kaori, no time...But the woman with the face that kept sucking in like there was a hoover behind her nose kept talking to me all night, and the strange silver balls with scraps of information (alphabet, a famous paragraph, etc.) imprinted in them, and the Japan slideway involving a complicated network of carefully designed bobsled routes through the streets of Japan, which are apparently all downhill...yeah.
Going to Tokyo in the rain, I guess, gotta meet Kaori, no time...But the woman with the face that kept sucking in like there was a hoover behind her nose kept talking to me all night, and the strange silver balls with scraps of information (alphabet, a famous paragraph, etc.) imprinted in them, and the Japan slideway involving a complicated network of carefully designed bobsled routes through the streets of Japan, which are apparently all downhill...yeah.