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This is a con­tin­u­a­tion of my pre­vi­ous post, Night in a Japan­ese Gay Bar

It was morn­ing in Japan when you can hear birds chirp­ing. The morn­ing sun peeked from the cur­tain, and shine in to Kanata’s room.

Before I con­tin­ue, let me warn you that this post is going to be ‘expressed’; I will not be check­ing on my spellings, and I would not be both­ered if I am gram­mat­i­cal­ly right. At such ungod­ly hours, this is the best that I can do (and prob­a­bly laugh­ing at myself later)

I could feel Kanata’s breath land­ing on my face in the ear­ly spring morn­ing. I looked at Kanata’s closed eyes, I put out an arm, and tried to hold him clos­er to me.

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