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... with a cloth sign hanging outside the door.
In Kyoto, buildings filled with an old-world charm were common, a mainstay of local tourism.
Miyaji Yosuke slid open the door of the set meal shop.
DING DING. The bell above the door chimed crisply.
"Welcome!" shouted the apron-wearing proprietress, her face breaking into a smile. "Isn't this Yosuke? Please, have a seat. What will you have today?"
The inside of the set meal shop wasn't large. In fact, there wasn ...
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