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he fifteen
year old blonde was infatuated with me, and we'd been going together
for weeks. Tonight, Sayaka Isoyama wore the outfit I liked best ; a short pink
wool dress, really no more than a long sweater. It had a butterfly
stitched onto the pale pink wool with powder blue sequins, and reached
down to the middle of Sayaka's knees and thighs. Sayaka Isoyama ran over and kissed me
when I arrived. "Ian! I'm so glad you came. I've really missed you!"
she said in a little-girl voice. "Mummy and Daddy are away, so we
could go back to my hou
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