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About Kyoto

Once, this lass, fit as, says, “You’re cute.” Me, blushing, “Oh, ta!” Then she’s like, “Send pics.” I panic, send me foot! *points at shoe, shrugs* She unmatched. Fair. Dodged a bullet, maybe. *nods sagely* Oh, and typos, mate—sexting’s a minefield! “Wanna duck?” I meant—y’know. *winks, trips again* Laughed me head off!

Terminology

After lunch, I’m back at the grind. Numbers, numbers, numbers. But then, BAM! Power goes out. I’m sitting there in the dark, and I’m like, “Seriously? This is how I go out?” I can’t even see my screen! I’m fumbling around, trying to find my phone, and I knock over a stack of papers. It’s like a paper avalanche.

Myoko edition of Ziro Bird Walk