It was a cold blustery day in Hikone Japan that began like many a Sunday, with me generally refusing to really wake up until my clock showed two little letters "PM". It was afternoon and I was pleased, then I heard knocking at the door. I had hoped, foolishly, that the person at the door was the object of my lust, there to ask if I wanted to
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