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June 8th, 2018
Food is very important in Hinamizawa.
There's the food we all share together, during lunch. There's the competition we have, when Keiichi finally realizes how horrible his cooking is and what a loyal little sister Satoko actually was.
There's the lunch when Satoko finally snaps, and cries, and vomits, and Keiichi discovers his capacity for murder.
There's the ohagi that Mion's grandmother makes in offering every year for the dam direction Oyassan, and the fragment where Oishi finally finds that out and makes his peace with the Sonozakis.
There's the ohagi that finally unhinges Keiichi, and makes him think his friends are trying to kill him.
There's the cream puffs that Hanyuu likes and will do absolutely anything for, even bend the rules of time and space at my request.
There's the unfinished dinner in the refrigerator, and the empty soy sauce on the table, that tells Rena how we died when Shion goes mad.
There's the time I shocked my mother when she tried to teach me how to cook, by going through every dish perfectly and without hesitation the first time through, because I had been spending decades cooking for myself and Satoko.
There's the kimichi that makes Hanyuu weep to see it, and I always include it in the club games as a matter of course.
There's the flat, acidic taste of wine in the back of my throat whenever I had to try and dull the emotional pain.
Food is very important in Hinamizawa.
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