There’s mischief brewing one fall night. Someone pours some sake and another neatly stacks mochi on a dish with maple leaves as shamisen music softly plays from a smartphone speaker.
“What a nice evening for moon viewing,” a friend says.
“Yep, that sure is a nice moon,” says the other, gesturing not to the sky but to my smooth cranium. “Big and round.”
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