The Last City
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Often we see other people as sports teams. There are sides, one of which will win. This is problematic because no one wants to be the “loser,” and eventually we all end up yelling at each other so loudly that there’s no chance of reconciliation.
The cold Hiroshima air passed through my gloves as effortlessly as light through a window.  I ducked into a 711 to buy a hot chocolate, not to drink, but to thaw my fingers.