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itsjustlanguage) wrote2011-06-30 09:42 pm
itsjustlanguage) wrote2011-06-30 09:42 pm
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Kyoto, Thursday night
All Hoshi wanted was some Japanese comfort food. What she got was a steaming bowl of udon noodles with a lecture from her mother on how everything she should be doing with her life. Even Hoshi's brothers were starting to look sympathetic as the lecture went on and on.
She ended up skipping the ichigo daifuku served for dessert, even if it was her favorite. She'd lost her appetite halfway through her soup. Retreating to her childhood bedroom, she checked her phone to see if there was any way Portalocity could get her an earlier portal than the one she'd booked for her return trip.
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She ended up skipping the ichigo daifuku served for dessert, even if it was her favorite. She'd lost her appetite halfway through her soup. Retreating to her childhood bedroom, she checked her phone to see if there was any way Portalocity could get her an earlier portal than the one she'd booked for her return trip.
[Open!]