"Beware of Japanese bearing gifts!"
These words were twitched to me at a reception years ago when I first arrived in Japan.
The twitcher was a foreign housewife who gripped my arm with fingernails just long enough to dig through flesh into bone. Her eyes shimmered with a glazed mix of soft concern and hard liquor.
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