I started living by myself to commute to a college in Osaka. It was an apartment meant for families that my relatives let me stay in for cheap. Many of my neighbors were housewives. Mrs. Sakura in room 513. Mrs. Niiyama in room 515. Mrs. Inagaki in room 516. I see the three of them every morning, but I haven't talked much with them beyond exchanging light greetings. We just have the typical modern, politely distant relationship of neighbors. But one hot afternoon... my neighbor Mrs. Sakura asked me a question. "Do you have any beer at your place?" This caused a major shift in our relationship.

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