The Pillow Blog: II

  • The other day, here in Ueno, I crossed two old ladies on the street who were walking an enormous brown bunny rabbit O_O For real. With a leash and everything.
  • Walking here feels like driving a police car with the siren on. Girls will literally shove their friends out of my way. I like being able to walk in a straight line, sure, but it's not like I'm going to run you over! I can step around if necessary!

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