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Last night I heard the click-clacking of high heels again, "どですかでんどですかでん (dodesukaden)." There was a slight pause, then click-clacking at an intensified volume and rate. It could have been someone who suddenly remembered something then set off in a new direction towards an alternate, more pressing future, or it could have been an exceptionally volatile and naughty trolley that strayed from its normal route.