first view:
Coming out from the bathing side of the Nagashima spa, I happened to pass two girls on the stairwell who couldn't stop staring. Trying to shrug it off I looked away and absently fiddled with the yukata I was wearing. Right as I passed them, I could feel her leaning inward as though to bump me into the side wall, and get me to apologize. They reached a landing within two or three steps and glaced at me again. Then whispering to her friend, I heard exactly as she said. Even though she assumed I couldn't understand Japanese, she clearly stated, "Why's a foreigner like her wearing a yukata here?" My fist clenched at my side, but I did my best to let it go. When I heard her words and their meaning I looked back at her again, keeping my glare of disdain apparent on my face. Her eyes widened a bit, and she realized I had understood ever word she'd said.
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