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Why I love the Japanese, part the next one after yesterday's installment
That whimpering sound of slavering desire and eternal frustration is me reading about shiso Pepsi. Shiso and Pepsi are made for each other, I tell you, made for each other. How can such beauty be, and I an ocean and a continent away?