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So I stayed. The house filled with the smell of fresh dough, the clatter of chopsticks, and the occasional squeal of victory from our gaming battles. In the evenings, Hiro would ask me about the “old world” — the days before smartphones, when people actually talked face‑to‑face. I’d tell him stories of mixtapes, handwritten letters, and the thrill of waiting for a snail‑mail reply.