He crept back into the apartment at 1:45 AM. The bedroom door was open. The bed was empty.
"You didn't go to a black market auction behind my back as a game , Kenji," she said, placing the synth gently back in his trembling hands. "But I did. And you just lost."
Kenji's synth clattered to the floor.
He didn't stop. Ninety. One-ten. One-forty.
He crept back into the apartment at 1:45 AM. The bedroom door was open. The bed was empty.
"You didn't go to a black market auction behind my back as a game , Kenji," she said, placing the synth gently back in his trembling hands. "But I did. And you just lost." tsuma ni damatte sokubaikai ni ikun ja nakatta game
Kenji's synth clattered to the floor.
He didn't stop. Ninety. One-ten. One-forty. He crept back into the apartment at 1:45 AM
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