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"Kazumi is well-acquainted with the shopkeepers, who now know me, and I sense that my being with her solves the riddle that has been in their minds. The woman in the butcher's shop seems to give me a knowing look, as if to say, 'Now I understand why you have come to spend the hot summer in Kyoto,' and the young man in the grocer's eyes me quizzically, says something to the girl assistant who glances in my direction, and sniggers. Such is my impression, but I may well be wrong; it is easy for a foreigner to misinterpret a Japanese regard, a Japanese smile." -One Hot Summer in Kyoto