I hold my folden fan in front of my mouth and giggle. My my, what are the Yakuza doing here? More shadows emerge from the shadows: more men in black suits. The man in the flashy suit turns to me and I giggle again when I see you. Look, you've grown up. How long has it been? Ten or even twenty years? I step closer to you, lay my fan under your chin and turn your head a bit. What gives me the honor of your visit?
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