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ecked my appearance in the dirty,
cracked mirror over the sink. I looked like shit. Well it was nice to
know I looked better than I felt.
I made my way back to the bar. I was happy to see my drink and
cigarettes were still there. I glanced down the bar. I felt a pang of
disappointment as I noticed Kaede Matsushima was no longer there.
What was the difference anyways, I chided myself. Like Kaede Matsushima was just
dying to have anything to do with a sick drunk. I reached for a ciga-
rette and stuck it in my mouth. I flicked my lighter but nothing
happened. I shook it a few times and tried again. Still nothing.
"Here, let me," a voice said softly in my ear, as a hand reached out
and took the lighter from me. A small flick, and a weak yellow flame
sprang to life. Leaning my cigarette into the flame, I took a deep drag.
"Thanks, I needed that," I said, slowly exhaling. I turned to see
who my benefactor was, and was immediately devoured by twin pools of
grey. The angel! Kaede Matsushima was still there.
"Are you okay?" the soft voice questioned. I tore my gaze from the
twin beacons, only to find myself staring at that full mouth. Pearl
white teeth peeked out between slightly parted lips
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