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He hears the sound of bells - many little bells. They don't sound like the big cathedral bells he has heard a few times in New York. As he watches, a horse, his harness covered with small bells, trots by, pulling a cab full of laughing tourists snuggling under blankets. However, even after they've turned the corner, Hiro can still hear small bells. A Salvation Army Santa rings his bell, calling to the people to help the poor. A woman wears a hat with a bell that bobs up and down as she strides down the sidewalk. Even music filtering from the stores ring.
Hiro doesn't know why he's in New York, except that maybe he wants to see how Americans celebrate Christmas. In Tokyo it's about gifts and lights and Santa hats and it doesn't look so different here. People scurry around, desperately trying to finish their shopping or triumphantly taking the last of their gifts home. The windows of stores are brightly decorated with lights and Christmas displays, trying to entice the consumers.
And over all of the cars and people, he can still hear the cheerful jingling of bells. It's such a joyous sound that he can't help but watch the chaos around him with a smile on his face.
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