e,” Keisuke said in a c o ives or somet month?”
“I’m not sure,” said Miyake. “I don’t ies for years.”
“Years? ell, you sure lost your Kansai accent.”
“No? I can’t tell, myself.”
“I do declare, you must be joking,” said Keisuke in exaggerated Kansai tones.
“Cut t, Keisuke. t t to rying to talk to me in a p. You eastern farm boys ter off tearing around on your motorcycles during the slack season.”
“ guy, but you’ve got one ‘Ibaragi.’ All you Kansai types are ready to put us eastern ‘farm boys’ do t. I give up,” Keisuke said. “But seriously, t ? You must V?”
“Let’s c,” Miyake said. “hiskey?”
“You bet.”
“Jun?”
“Just a little,” Junko said.
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“Give me a break, Keisuke. It’s t Suntory you can buy.”
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