Short story – Luck turns ショートストーリー 「運偏る」
Damn my luck. What did I get myself into now? I know I squeezed through the opening in the window last night, looking for somewhere safe. But this place is
True colours : Un-apologetically TCK / 玉虫色な未帰国子女だけど、それがどうした？
Fluid is our identity. 流体がアイデンティティ。 “You guys are like chameleons. Always trying to blend in, never believing in anything and never asserting yourselves,” I was told once at a Tokyo