: hard to imagine that 9/11 was eight years ago; I expected to have to address it in class but it never came up; meet K. 3-nensei for the first time; they ask me questions; one girl always wondering why my eyes are blue; do I have a girlfriend; who do I think is cool in the class; that I couldn’t answer and they were near insistent; a gift of school-grown edamame; then invited to the kitchen where students prepared a potato mochi and sweet edamame paste sweet; I help shuck with some boys; Is there an Edamame-man? “He is Edamame-man!”; we shell some, we eat some, we pinch the dark coats off the bean; there were rumors of a quieter evening, a dinner and karaoke, that never came to fruition; just as well, need to decompress.
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