tokyo suckerpunch : a billy chaka adventure
A small wooden partition slid open. Inside, a pair of dark eyes against a porcelain-white face stared back at me. The little jump quickened. I felt like Humbert Humbert at a junior-high gymnastics tournament.Before I could say anything, the eyes suddenly disappeared. I stood there holding my present.
- More Billy Chaka.
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