We were in the back seat of her small car in a deserted parking lot in Yamato, Japan. Our clothes were on the floorboards, her hair stuck to the stubble on my chin, and the frigid December air creeped in from a cracked window to cool our heated bodies.
“How’s your head feeling?” She asked.
I had…
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