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Midnight, Nagasawa gently rising, reaching the lamp switch. A little light mild, bright yellow to the dark room. She pursed lips looked over the edge, fear will make Tackey awake. But he seemed asleep. Sleepless night she slept forever, I dare not return, finally allowed to sit on up. In Tokyo this very difficult to see the beauty of the moonlight, when she just could not sleep with hands that light switch. She remembered her childhood days, the autumn night I often took her hands and go to the moon circle. She did not know the date of such family reunions are inherently not for me. But do not make yourself clear, Masami with her at the time, compared with his friends in the neighborhood, she still likes to go with you more. At that time she was very young, can not remember out every detail about him, but his image in the sultry summer day, or in a cool moonlit night, she is carved into hearts. And only by so little, she did not feel pain when I think about what previously belonged to the memories of his own, and she, well as under the moon is not only a picture of him. Later she has a new home, each autumn nights are the same parents and brother sat in the garden watching the moon. Or as in any year voyage, also under the moonlight, a man had touched her lips dry his soft lips on her. But most of the time memories fade sighed where she still exists, although it was not clear as the moon when she is woman, but it ; will never fade.
"But why not to call me? "
Today she accidentally turned on the question that, as light winds tenh . But wait forever, waiting forever, but he did not answer. Eye contact eye, she realized, he never called her names. Time in a moment, I felt like she was freezing, the mouth is pretty small cracks a smile, but she was embarrassed, not knowing how to get it on . Finally, he smiled, raised his hand and lightly squeeze her nose, her glance, then went to his room.
That night, she slowly folded the shirt in the suitcase for his smoothness to it, before putting it into the cabinet. She is so, never angry, never shook him. In fact, her heart just like any other girl, is made of flesh, and it is very soft. But she was different from them, he is the one she loves. Whether the fault is not hers, if she was angry, she knew he did not apologize, or proved guilty. So cool to do sulky. Compared with the hope he once expressed interest of her comments, she he left her more afraid. Early child he once chased her and she did not believe her if she turned away, he runs again. I'm not home Akanishi old boy, now he is the man with poise, dignity she ran his hand through Akanishi Jin. Tackey
bath, steps to the bed to sit down, hand wiped the water soaked hair. His attitude no matter what happens. Nagasawa clothes quickly put aside, to win the hand towel, gently dry your hair for him. Tackey is a technology artist, the best size for keeping him so important. His diet is implemented strictly. To the whole hair thing, though very time consuming and not let it through the speakers. Certain to dry your hair, then use the dryer at low temperature. She put the towels down and then go get your team up. The man who had suddenly silence gripped her arm caused her surprise. When you do not have any reaction, he has weighed her down, quickly go into the issue. His kiss hot, his graceful hands, above her, he was always honest. She took up the moan plaintively, as he moves slowly. When he learned, slowly opening her eyes. He is still on her, blue eyes black as the deep ocean floor to look deeply into her eyes. She just keep realized that it is very sad.
"Call me names!"
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