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“Mami,” I said, reading the kanji 「真実」tattooed on the bicep of the young man seated beside me last December, aboard a flight bound for Houston, Texas. “Is that the name of your Japanese girlfriend?”

The mélange of emotions displayed on his face — a mixture of irritation and panic — could have put him in contention for an Oscar.

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