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About Kawasaki

But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

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Enjoy the rhythm! Rhythmic gymnastics coach-judge and internet addicted from Italy! I love travelling and having fun:) This is my blog: enjoy.

We all pile out onto the street, and it’s chaos. I’m standing there, watching the fire trucks roll in. And guess what? It’s just a drill. A DRILL! I’m like, “You’ve gotta be kidding me!” I could’ve been working on Mr. Tanaka’s cat stories instead of standing in the street like a lost puppy.

Mirai Nagasu, Adam Rippon help lead Americans to figure skating bronze