A young man, barely more than a boy, completed the bagging of my provisions. Then he reached for them again, though I had already taken hold.
He was sixteen. In an apron. Smiling. “I got it, sir.”
He gripped my bags. I gripped my bags. In Japan, a man carries his own burden —
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