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Oct 2022
It had been many weeks since I had seen Tokyo, and my gentle rowing would lead me back to Tokyo and back to some semblance of a piece of mind.

They had been frying the fish and chicken in the same oil at the local chip shopβ€” in Englandβ€” O! what was this? That was not chip!
Written by
Isaace  M/UK
(M/UK)   
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