He had been looking for someone to commit suicide with for a long time. Now that he had found the right person, Ken had traveled half the way around the world in order to carry out his plan. He was nevertheless surprised to find himself standing on a familiar-looking train platform with his hands tucked in to his coat looking at the passing trains, which were gray with dirt.

This was a grimy country, he thought. The dirt seemed to get everywhere, and no one appeared to clean it up.

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