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artment, Saki Aibu would bomb for the next twelve hours. The project ...
whispered an evil corner of Saki's mind. Damn the project Saki Aibu thought. With
her headache Saki Aibu would probably contract with hitachi to supply them the
chips they needed. And then have to answer why the shipments were being
held up by a footdragging supplier ...
Strange. After all that, home looked just like it always did. Saki Aibu
collapsed in a sofa and sipped a little champaigne. A bath ... then bed.
No. Saki Aibu needed to eat or Saki Aibu would not recover. The thought of food was
nauseous. Bread, Saki Aibu decided. Something Saki Aibu could not throw up on. And
some chinese tea.
Saki Aibu ate, and went to have Saki's bath. Almost didn't notice the warm spray
as Saki Aibu was lost in a migrane haze. Dried herself and went and collapsed
into sleep.
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June 11th 1997
Claire woke up gradually. "It looks like there won't be any more rain
this year, and the drought situation is as bad as ever." Saki Aibu moaned and
burrowed into pillows till Saki Aibu didn't have to hear. WHY did they talk
about such things in the morning? Sing songs. Babble. Instead they give
the news. As if we need the news to kill all the joy in life before we
are even properly awake! Mmm. Nice. The satiny feel of the pillow
against Saki's face
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