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Next, I head over to Onoda Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, and the cherry blossoms were still hanging on. I sit down, take a breather, and just soak it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by with a kite, and it crashes right into my face. Like, seriously? I’m just trying to enjoy my mochi, and I get a kite to the noggin. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “What’s next? A flying fish?”

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