[Koumei looked at the stranger who had entered, eyes wide in embarrassment and surprise at the prospect of being caught in the middle of the night in the same room as a broken machine and covered with turmeric powder. This was someone he had never seen before, but recognized the eyes of a sleepless soldier even in the darkness of the apartment.]
...These machines, [he said, flicking a wary glance over at the still-sparking microwave.] The people responsible for this city didn't give us proper instruction on how to operate them.
[How was he to know that the machine would explode?!]
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...These machines, [he said, flicking a wary glance over at the still-sparking microwave.] The people responsible for this city didn't give us proper instruction on how to operate them.
[How was he to know that the machine would explode?!]