3. Figuratively Speaking:: Reita's Confessions and Digging In
Toshiya climbed into the passenger seat of the waiting Mercedes, sighing audibly.
“My mother cursed me when she was carrying me, I just know it,” he groaned, fastening his seatbelt and sinking as far out of sight of the window as his lanky frame would allow.
“What the hell are you
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Can't wait for more!
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This makes me want to write again :D
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