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A jeep splashed past, full of laughing American soldiers, one of them tossing a half-eaten apple that rolled into the gutter. Kenji watched it bob in a puddle of oil and rainwater. He thought about picking it up. He thought about walking to the Sumida River. He thought about his father’s note: “For this shame, I have no face.” Certain names emerged; responsibility became more precise

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