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Fav thing? The swagger. They rock red lipstick like a lightsaber, ownin’ it. Once knew this chick, swear she’d wink at cops and they’d blush—legit power move! Tho, gotta say, the stench of cheap perfume? Gags me. Still, I’d style ‘em fierce—leather, studs, make ‘em glow like a droid in a scrapyard.

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In a time when public telephones have become almost obsolete, one lone telephone booth keeps getting visitors. It stands in the town of Otsuchi, on a windy hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

But then, I spot a familiar face in the crowd. It’s my buddy, Kenji. He’s got that goofy grin, and I can’t help but laugh. We start shootin’ the breeze, and he tells me about this new sushi place on Takahashi Street. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!” But then, outta nowhere, a guy bumps into me. I spill my drink all over my jacket. Great. Just great.

Otsuchi students enjoy Fort Bragg