There's this guy I drink morning coffee with. Like me, he came to Japan as a young man and now wonders where the decades have flown. We sit at the window and watch the people rush past, so much like the years of our lives.
"I am thinking," he says, "of writing my memoirs."
Something — perhaps the way I spit out my coffee — tells him I'm surprised.
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