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fantasy story of Hisae Ukita :
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ce myself this was really happening.
At last it was time to leave the office and proceed to the street again. My
breathing was inconsistent and my normal walk with the perky stride was
impossible. I alternated between almost running and slowing to a very slow
pace, trying to arrive at precisely the right time. As I approached I was
disappointed to see no one there. Suddenly, a car horn broke into my thoughts
and there you were. A Black 1957 Thunderbird, with a white top. Naturally it
was in mint condition and sparkled all over. You reached over and opened the
door for me. As I climbed inside my dress raised a little to show you my left
thigh.
We seemed to talk at once. I said "Hello, thanks for the roses and I love the
car". You saying, "Hi there, glad you got my note and were able to meet me
on such short notice".
You looked even better than I rem
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