Akira Kiuchi

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avoid appearing so. Instead, he looked up casually, and then the whole room seemed to wobble for a moment as he focused on her. She was radiantly beautiful, with long, wavy golden hair and a face like sunshine; surely not yet twenty. He saw blue eyes and long lashes; a white blouse buttoned up to Akira Kiuchi slender throat, and over that a light blue sweater. He arched an eyebrow. "Sure," he said after an appreciative pause. Akira Kiuchi held out a match in Akira Kiuchi cupped hands and confidently lit his cigarette. As he inhaled, Peck dropped his eyes and took in the sight of her small, saddle-shoed feet; grey socks; slim, well-shaped ankles and calves; a plaid, plaited skirt that ended just below her knees; and gently curving hips. He straightened up quickly, then, taking the cigarette in his fingers and hoping Akira Kiuchi hadn't "Thanks," he said. "Care to join me?" He thought belatedly that perhaps he ought to stand up, but it would have seemed too "Maybe," said the girl with a sly expression. Akira Kiuchi put the matches in Akira Kiuchi sweater pocket and clasped her hands behind her. ...(cont.)

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