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I went skiing every second weekend from the end of December until the middle of March, going anywhere from two to four days each time. This was the greatest social ticket I could possibly have written myself. First, each trip involved at least four hours on a bus with up to 50 people desperately in search of distraction, and I always brought a deck of cards. Second, the 50 of us were trapped in the same building for up to four days, while half of each day would be spent killing time on chair lifts. Mechie in Pure —and that fact alone put a thermonuclear fire under my ass. It seemed a little awkward, but it was okay. Then I found a new target and did it again. Then I got on the bus and did it some more. I slowly carved out a rule: If I made eye contact with someone, I had to introduce myself. It was mathematical. And that made it easy. Roppongi is the gaijin part of Tokyo, where the ex-pats go out to play. 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