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Below the note, the photo showed a woman who could only be Misuzu herself—younger, wilder, hair a cascade of ink-black waves, standing on a Shibuya crossing at 3 a.m., arms spread wide, mouth open in a joyous scream. She had no memory of this photo being taken.

The salaryman finished his aria. The six patrons applauded—not politely, but with hoots and whistles and one man's joyful sob. The singer bowed, then noticed Misuzu. His face broke into a grin. tokyo hot n0017 my dear misuzu takizawa 1 work