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Japanse Etiquitte Charlie hadn’t been talking for long. He wasn’t really familiar with the nuances of the Japanese language. There was really no way he could have known that he’d just insulted his Japanese hosts. For whatever reason, they didn’t tell him, and he didn’t ask. He really had no reason too. It would’ve been nice of them to mention something about it first, but they decided not to. Instead, they killed him and cooked him. Mr. Wong said he tasted pretty good. |
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