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The swaying of his walking had lulled me to sleep. When I woke up, I was on a bed. A piece of my hair had curled and it looked like it moved constantly. Just a little white curl behind my ear. Kyoko was sitting at the edge of the bed looking at me. His shirt was off and he was in sweat pants. From behind, he looked a bit lean. It was..attractive. "Where are we?" I asked. "My house." I almost panicked. First, I bump into him and fall, then he sees my drawings, now I'm in his house? Too much in one day.

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