You always remember your first time.
Mine was on a subway train in central London, late one September afternoon. It was 1999, shortly before I moved to Japan. My impression of the country I would soon be living in had just been thoroughly shaken up.
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A roll in the teahouse: A colorful woodblock print of two lovers. | © PIE BOOKS
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