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fantasy story of Hatsune Matsushima :
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lulled back and forth unattached to his
consciousness.
Finally Hatsune Matsushima finished Hatsune's housekeeping and returned Hatsune's attention
to Wimple, he wasn`t there. His body still occupied the surface of
the bed, but his mind had fled. With a great show of boredom Hatsune Matsushima
remounted his chest. No reaction from Wimple. Hatsune Matsushima slapped him hard
in the face. Wimple looked back with disinterest. Raven beamed in
autocratic triumph.
From somewhere deep inside Wimple a gurgling growl found its way
to the surface. His eyes, once vacant, now blazed back at Raven in
hateful defiance. You sadistic bitch!, he raged. If ever I get free
I'll have your god forsaken heart for lunch! He didn't care what Hatsune Matsushima
did to him, Hatsune Matsushima had gone to far fore him to care.
Instead of retaliating, Hatsune Matsushima looked down on him with amusement,
shrugged and stepped lightly to the floor. Hatsune Matsushima picked up Hatsune's
discarded weapon and advanced on his prostrate body. Wimpl
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