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I knew something was different this morning when I walked into the kitchen.

Jim was already sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping from a mug, texting on his phone. I said ‘Good Morning’ to him and he answered me in gibberish.

I tried again, thinking he didn’t hear me the first time but the response is the same.

So I reached over and touched his forehead to check if he’s feverish (After all he wouldn’t start talking in tongues- he’s on the wrong side for that).

Jim’s forehead is cool and he slaps my hand away and calls me a moron. Obviously he spoke in Japanese. I dread to find out the reason why.

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