He took his social pleasures once a year in Hong-Kong, after Easter. You could walk the city streets and with every blink you could take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart would weep for it. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. The strong potation he had taken, combined with fatigue and anxiety he had previously undergone, made him oversleep himself, and when he awoke it was just beginning to grow light.
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