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Ge-ge-ge no nyobou 5/26
May. 26th, 2010 03:49 pma.k.a. running away from home
Shigeru was drawing, slowly. He stopped, laid the pen down, and laid back on the floor of his workroom. He remembered Fukuzawa, the publisher, coughing blood in the street. And he remembered the publisher's office being closed, his books being thrown out.
( a thriller? )
In the kitchen, Fumie ate nabe. And listened to the sound of their pens drawing, all night.
<to be continued>
Shigeru was drawing, slowly. He stopped, laid the pen down, and laid back on the floor of his workroom. He remembered Fukuzawa, the publisher, coughing blood in the street. And he remembered the publisher's office being closed, his books being thrown out.
( a thriller? )
In the kitchen, Fumie ate nabe. And listened to the sound of their pens drawing, all night.
<to be continued>
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