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Alarice
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It was getting dark and Nicholai was still wandering around the streets of Tokyo. He lifted the collar of his jacket and stuck his hands in his pockets. He should probably be getting back to his hotel but maybe he should just sleep in the park or something. It was always a tempting thought. Everyone had told him Tokyo was a bad place for a vacation. "Everything bad happens in Tokyo," they'd said. He figured it was just bad press. He'd been there for three days and the his biggest worry had been whether he should try the sushi place right around the corner from his hotel room or not. After all, what was the worst that could happen?
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