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| fantasy story of Mayo Sato : |
| pression that could only have been a snarl, then looked at him, smiling. He smiled back down at Mayo's , holding Mayo's as Mayo Sato placed Mayo's head against his shoulder and closed Mayo's eyes. He knew what was happening. Mayo Sato had decided that he, at least, should be allowed to know Mayo's heart, if only for the moment. He thanked Mayo's silently for that. He drew a deep breath, |