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mementosola) wrote2013-06-13 12:18 am
mementosola) wrote2013-06-13 12:18 am
a thousand cherry blossoms dissolve into the night
[The year is 2038, and for some people turning twenty, there is celebration. A feeling of reaching adulthood, or at the very least, an unhealthy amount of booze.
For other people, there's running clear across Setagaw when time stopped and exploding a Harvester in a single, casual gesture. She's not worried there are too many; she's worried about what certain people may have done to thin out the numbers.]
Retsu!
For other people, there's running clear across Setagaw when time stopped and exploding a Harvester in a single, casual gesture. She's not worried there are too many; she's worried about what certain people may have done to thin out the numbers.]
Retsu!
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[Unlatching her bra, even as that hand goes southbound. Telepathic or not, he knows what she's thinking, and he's not losing control of this yet!]