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Ge-ge-ge no nyobou 7/15
Jul. 16th, 2010 01:58 pma.k.a. big companies are different
Shigeru sat in his workroom, reading through the old Kitaro books. His office still had books and papers scattered across the floor.
( Bank transfers and telephones! )
Meanwhile, back in Shigeru's kitchen, Uraki sat with Fumie. She was making ohagi, Japanese sweet treats, wrapping chopped green beans around sweet rice to make bite-size treats. She slapped a spoonful of green into her hand, then put a small spoonful of sweet rice in the middle. Uraki grumbled, "You just don't know. One or two issues, they'll do a survey, and you'll be out. And where will he sell Kitaro after that?" Fumie put another spoonful of green onto the pile in her hand. Uraki said, "I promise you, after the third issue, they'll fire him. You just watch." Fumie piled one more spoonful into her hand, and mashed the whole large lump together.
<to be continued>
Shigeru sat in his workroom, reading through the old Kitaro books. His office still had books and papers scattered across the floor.
( Bank transfers and telephones! )
Meanwhile, back in Shigeru's kitchen, Uraki sat with Fumie. She was making ohagi, Japanese sweet treats, wrapping chopped green beans around sweet rice to make bite-size treats. She slapped a spoonful of green into her hand, then put a small spoonful of sweet rice in the middle. Uraki grumbled, "You just don't know. One or two issues, they'll do a survey, and you'll be out. And where will he sell Kitaro after that?" Fumie put another spoonful of green onto the pile in her hand. Uraki said, "I promise you, after the third issue, they'll fire him. You just watch." Fumie piled one more spoonful into her hand, and mashed the whole large lump together.
<to be continued>
