[ ichiro takes a step back again, this time, stumbling and nearly falling because he has to sit down. he falls into a chair and just sort of white knuckles the mic in his pocket, stunned, staring at the surface of the desk in front of him. kon's little pamphlet is still sitting here, but he doesn't look at it.
I'm Ichiro Yamada. I'm from Ikebukuro. I run a yorozuya. I have ..
I have...
...
he stops, after a second, buries his hand in his hair, and shakes his head. ]
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I'm Ichiro Yamada. I'm from Ikebukuro. I run a yorozuya. I have ..
I have...
...
he stops, after a second, buries his hand in his hair, and shakes his head. ]
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