Animal in me

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Another significant whatever-ship had ended around the same time. Noah had two friends, Jamie and Ned. Jamie was a tall, blond, and blue-eyed investment banker, but his appearance was far […]

Biz trip to Europe – part 2

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I had arranged to meet with Jon, the investor, on the first evening of our arrival in London. He came to the hotel in his BMW convertible. He took me […]

Adequacy of a woman

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The more desperate Miss Nagai became about her pursuit of a husband, the harder I tried to persuade her to take control of her own happiness. And I did so […]

Passivity of love

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Since the arrival of Miss Morita and Miss Hashimoto, all four women had lunch together. The more we relaxed with each other and let ourselves be seen, I realized Miss […]

Miss Nagai the killjoy

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The fellow assistant, Miss Yoshino, left the company and was replaced by Miss Nagai. She was 28 years old, small-build and round-faced, and while she wasn’t bad to look at, […]

Vengeance

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I initially considered Jon as another Noah, whom I also saw at the time. With his privilege and power, Jon introduced me to an illusion of the world where I […]

End of bubble

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I left for home at the end of May. Mark saw me off at the airport. Mark wasn’t afraid of showing tears. As we embraced, I heard a tour guide […]

the ex

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There was, of course, the presence of an “ex.” Her name was Kathryn Kawano. She was half Japanese. Quite reactionary, I gave Mark a judgy look for his propensity to […]

The foreignness of the language of love

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Intimacy wasn’t limited to physical. I got to know Mark more personally, and it was quite a challenge to feel close to someone whose life story was so different from […]

Flame

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When I came back to my dorm room, Clare was still up. “I heard the voice mail,” she smiled. I told her what happened, and both of us got very […]