The smells of curries and foreign spices resonate within their hearts, calling to their ancestors. They feel a sense of kinship here. They can see their old, wizened grandmothers along the city roads, the wrappers of meat buns they had engorged up lining the gutters, and the games they played as children happening on the streets. Everything seemed so familiar to them in this utterly foreign town.
She brushed aside her long black hair, pulling it into a pony tail. "It just seems so familiar, doesn't it Shun?"
"Fresh off the boat, Kim."
She let out a chuckle as they dived deeper into the heart of the city. Here is where they'd earn their room of the night.
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