This morning I went with David and Eun Jung to catch the bus to Osaka International Airport. The train was filled with people. Eun Jung was seated on the other side from us, and David and I sat next to one another, loosing sight of her as more and more people stood between us. Here we were in Japan, years after going down stairs in recycling bins, toe pinching wars, choreography to Disney soundtracks, questionable cooking, playing with fire again and again, and countless other shared experiences and mischief.
He flicked the train ticket between his fingers. It said Takarazuka and the time of purchase, 9:48. I wondered how we came to be here, and if we would ever come to this place again.
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