The New Yorker
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Sala kissed Junpei on t to bed.
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quot;I ed to make a ne; s seen simple, miscime. time s axis inside Junpei, like curtains stirring in a breeze. ook ogetrong embrace. ite naturalness, t ime teen.
quot;e so begin ; Sayoko o ;But you didnt get it. You just didnt get it. Not till t;
took tly. t time. took time, until t last Junpei entered Sayoko and she drew him in.
None of to Junpei. In t, as if ed bridge t on and on forever. ed to come, but , once it hing would vanish.
t creaking sound. t from took turned to see Sala standing against t. Sayoko . Gat to s, so straighe hair on her forehead.
Sala crying or screaming. stood t t seeing notiness.
Sayoko called her name.
quot;to come ; Sala said in a flat voice, like someone of a dream.
quot;t; Sayoko asked.
quot;told me to tell you. ing ell you t, and you and.quot;
Sala slept in Sayokos bed t nigretc on t, but sleep. tV faced time ared at t ting a cter ed, it did not go away.
rying to sleep and to tc at tcable to drink it, but somet. It ill lying t up and on t ion. It cness .
Junpei t about ill akatsuki t time t, saying, quot;s get someto eat,quot; in t sukis friendly smile t seemed to say, quot;Relax. t goi