Too many men had died during the last, tragic war. That war had changed many things in Japanese culture ... but had only enhanced the desire to replac... her lost sons.This kind of cultural norm isn’t talked about. There are unwritten rules. But every member of a given society learns what is expected of them and what is not. Mavericks are ostracized and often end up going to live in other cultures, where their role is less well defined, and they have more freedom to exercise their own individual. We headed to the entrance and while i passed by her she got up and stoped me by puting her hand on my chest. My heart was racing.-I see you staring at me. My name is Stacy.-Marius. Enchante.-Ha ha. French. I smiled and left. I was angry at her because her tone was somehow bossy. We started small talk next day and few days later. After a week i decided to ask her out.-I have a boyfriend.Ehh. Life goes on. I was planning to leave Germany in a couple of monts anyway. Two days later she asked me if. “I remember that,” Hailey said with a frown.“Yeah, you hated it,” Michael said, smiling in spite of himself. “It rained and it was really cold. Your sleeping bag got soaked.”“Yeah,” Hailey said absently, “the roof of the tent leaked right over top of me.”“I gave you my sleeping bag, do you remember that?” Michael inquired. It was Hailey’s turn to smile.“You slept on the cold floor of the tent,” she said with a nod.“Yep,” Michael said. “I did. Only, well, I don’t think that got passed along to. She should have called,” I said laughing but I was also worried about Rachel. “Hello! Rachel, where are you?” I asked as Rachel picked up the phone. “I’m at Ronnie’s house, it’s raining heavily, and I don’t think I can go back home,” she said. “Where are you?” she asked me. “I’m at your house, my car got struck and…” before I could complete my story, Rachel stopped me thanking me for being in her house. “Thank God, you are already there. I was going to call you to go to my house and see if Adam.