вЂThe thing IвЂ™d like to know is why youвЂ™re always doing that.вЂ™ Mr Watanabe directed his gaze at my hands, and pointed. Kotaro Isaka Fiction JPN: Fiction / Language: Japanese / 2010 His presence there was not a coincidence. Next to me, Mr Watanabe was blowing one big bubble after the next from a straw. I folded the newspaper and tucked it down behind the end of the seat. Even if everyone was okay, their home might have been destroyed. An excerpt from Fifty Sounds, a memoir by Polly Barton, translator of Aoko Matsuda and Kikuko Tsumura. вЂDid you, by any chance, give some kind of note to your dad?вЂ™. I had endured enough disappearances already. The tears I was on the verge of shedding dried up. Man, I didnвЂ™t even recognize you!вЂ™ Mr Watanabe said, teasing him. We live with the people around us, our communities. Kotaro Higashi trained to be a boxer, but after an incident with Astromons, he was killed. A whole lot of them.вЂ™, вЂSure,вЂ™ I said, with a wry smile. The rabbit or hare is one of the twelve creatures of the zodiac. And have you seen me trying to find some womanвЂ™s house? You have to be cautious. A young guy, maybe thirty or so, had a place on the ground floor of a building in town. He had leaned to one side and landed a punch in Mr WatanabeвЂ™s ribs. I had no idea who this woman Kanako was, but when I imagined the reasons her husband might have for texting Mr Watanabe вЂout of the blueвЂ™, none of the possibilities that came to me were very pleasant. But after a while Mr Watanabe called and said he wanted to start taking footbaths around to the shelters, so I came again. Cette carte retourne dans la main de son propriГ©taire durant la End Phase du tour oГ№ elle a Г©tГ© InvoquГ©e par Invocation Normale ou вЂ¦ You havenвЂ™t been here for ages!вЂ™ said one boy. A roar of excitement rose from the stands at my rear, then surged around me. Why would he reply? He must have sent her a text after the earthquake, to make sure she was all right. We ended up taking him around in my car with Mr Watanabe driving, me in the passenger seat, and the director in back. I didnвЂ™t recognize him from the back, but Mr Watanabe had recognized his face in the side mirror after we drove by. вЂHey, Mr Harada.вЂ™ Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw that it was RyЕЌta вЂ“ a thin, bespectacled third grader. вЂWhatвЂ™s up with you, Mr Harada? I was searching for someone, that was a fact, but I wasnвЂ™t sure who it was, or where I ought to be looking. This guy Gulliver travels to a land populated by tiny people, itвЂ™s called Lilliput, and then he goes to a land of giants. I wondered what had become of Kanako and her feelings for Mr Watanabe.

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