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Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No such luck. It’s just another humongous dark-gray cloud and it’s spitting at me. “Hey!” I scream, waving my fist in the air at the darkening sky. “Leave me alone, you big gray bully!”

I came to Takarazuka to write nice things about one of Hyogo Prefecture’s most famous cities, but unfortunately the place is dead. Even the Takarazuka Revue is taking the month off. What I would give for a superhero to whisk me away right now.

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