Tokyo Hearts: A Japanese Love Story - Plot & Excerpts
when Takashi returned to his apartment. The room was cold, and he changed into an old grey sweater and turned on the kotatsu under the coffee table. He placed his hands under the thick cover that spread over the table and held his hands close to the warmth of the kotatsu’s heater to heat up his fingers and toes that were a little numb from his brisk walk home. Takashi decided to watch TV, as he was too tired to study and he kept telling himself that it was too late anyway to start any serious work. He started watching the repeat of a soccer game, but he knew what the result was, and it wasn’t long before his mind began to wander. He lay back and now that his hands had lost their frosty tingle, he stretched out. His legs were crossed and the lower part of his body was covered under the table. His upper body rested on the floor against his pillow. His hands were under his head as he looked up at the ceiling. Against the bleating tone of the umpire’s voice coming from the television, his thoughts drifted.
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