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... p under bright yellow lights, some blinking, some streaming with the scent of frying oil and sugar. People were everywhere, eating, laughing, chatting with their mouths full. It was noisy, lively, and crowded. He didn’t even have to look hard.
There, just past the takoyaki cart, stood Micah.
The boy was hunched over a food stall, stuffing one fish ball into his mouth with one hand while the other carefully packed things into a luxurious container.
He looked a bit flushed, ...
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