A Ramune-Colored Memoir with My Ex-Boyfriend — 東條なつ

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I got off at a rundown station, feeling the dry wind that announces the end of summer. I had come back to my hometown for the first time in two years. But I’d only reached the nearest station — it’s a 15-minute drive from there, and the bus runs once an hour. I couldn’t walk, so I contacted my ex and he came to pick me up. We chatted about old times, and when we arrived at his place we had sex as a way of saying thanks. We were sweating, so we took a bath together and then said goodbye. Drinking canned beer with canned food as a snack, I indulged in my slovenly self. On my phone I casually found a slightly erotic clip that turned me on, and I ended up masturbating. I spent a crude, free time and fell asleep. The next morning I went to the sea for a walk and zoned out for three hours. Getting bored on the way home, I happened to run into yesterday’s ex again. We had sex again. After that it was like a rerun: drink, masturbate, fall asleep. Two times sex, two times masturbation, eight cans of beer. The only thing I took home was a 24-color set of colored pencils that had been at the front of the room. Maybe I’ll draw when I get back to Tokyo.Photobook here