
A telegram takes your friend home three days into the holiday, and you keep swimming at Kamakura alone. One man on the crowded beach stands apart, composed, with a foreign companion who leaves the next day. Mornings repeat until your locker keys hang side by side and he remarks that you are still keeping a schedule built for two. He lets you call him Sensei without agreeing to teach you, and says he returns to Tokyo soon.
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