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By the time I leave the office, it’s dark. I’m walking down the streets, and Higashimurayama looks so different at night. The lights are twinkling, and it’s kinda magical. I pass by the Higashimurayama Park, and I see families having picnics. I’m like, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

School activities? Nope. Olympic event at leprosy center? A-OK