"she cooked dinner at her flat. i had to take my shoes off before i came in. we discussed japanese culture-or rather, gina talked and i listened, dropping bits of chicken teriyaki on the carpet with my chopsticks-until it was time to call a cab or brush my teeth. and then we were making love on the floor-or on the futon, as gina called it. i was ready to bomb pearl harbor for her."
from tony parson's book, 'man and boy'.
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