Fiction | December 01, 2004

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We’d only been in Otsu two months when Greg stopped speaking English to me.  Not cold turkey.  A little less English here, a little more Japanese there–a little and a little, and little by little I realized that I never understood him, that instead of speaking he just made noises at me.

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