じゅうよん. One Night in Shibuya

Her jacket was slung across her shoulders—she’d been wearing it despite the sweaty air of the nightclub—and I removed it like a gentleman, spread it across the coarse stone steps so that we could sit down in comfort.

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January 1991

семнадцать. The Mule Fifteen. The Language Divides
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