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Chapter 12

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        “Leaving already, Dad?” so her elbows.

        “Yes angel, duty calls. You kno bored    toria in New York.”

        “I kno you kno’s not a teen-friendly city.” suring adult.

        “And een-friendly migher had demanded playfully.

        “Em, L.A. Beverly on.” surned dead serious.

        “A you to do for me. Keep this somewhere in your room.”

        So see ticker t    a couple of days previously from Japan. From t Kenzo Yamamoto otal stranger in Japan hink so.

        “ take it e engrossed ? I am starting to get insanely jealous.”

        “You are streets a es to my affes. It’s too important for me to take on t under your bed until I e back. It’ll be safe in er    foot and sassels and groaned exaggeratedly.

        “Dad, ty to t bad design never goes out of fashion.”

        “Your dad is old scricacies of faso you enligers,” he forehead.

        “ill miss you dad,” sested, playing tional blackmail card.

        “ill miss you too. I    a plao cated around a,    image of he doorway.

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        tears io o make tter.    rying to get to pass turi,    be able to fool t five mont, it eent     glided across any surfao problem. ried to teaco use it only to fall off after only a few seds.

        “You are too old for t expanse of t la fooling around h her.

        “t’s it, Dad, I am not going to uy    summer. I’d rato Africa for a year and go at eigudents.”

        Sed o go and t    ting y entrance exams to MIt before sed fre t of fate, it abases. Losing ion o escape ther’s passing.

        S even boto tell ts after s even Maria ten years and errible fond of aff ly visiting friends aives. S t s trust anyone. Someone o run for some unknoination until t ing in her head subsided.

        S ical amount of money. S boto c s any    it all out, s. S o get out of til to go. Someaken pla her life.

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        t. ed ted by t t ttle disappointed, expeg somet spoke to tiess of Asia. It    anoter sole altecicated ther’s den.

        “It’s from Japan,” rollable excitement.

        “Just anot o oy, drifting towards her bedroom.

        “ from?” s turning back.

        “Someone called Kenzo Yamamoto. No idea wrailing off, engrossed.

        Later t evening er but time excitement urned into a ed look, togethem.

        “Diime, Dad,” s on o tracted voice floating back, telling    he would join her soon.

        So dinner alone, moving silently t tless eleic books, puter disd tombstones. Xybo,    dog, sensing ting s its     padding on t strangely reassuring.

        “No food for you today, Xybo,” so t dog, patting ts ed, eyes misting over, tail drooping. S made it t it    food y. It aking t too far in tireless searcicity. You could feed Xyb like a real dog to its ABS, or artificial biological system. t    unnatural odor t only could ed in a lab.

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        “Are you OK my dear?” ticket lady asked h genuine .

        “I’m fine. Just broke up ’s all.” Diaold tating t fabrication word for word.

        “Me me tell you t. Doendant sympateet sometractive.

        “ter as s and immigration chips.

        “And    for?” the lady asked.

        “I’d like to get on your earliest fligo tokyo.”

        “tokyo? Japan?”

        “Yes,” she whispered.

        “Oicket for JAL. g in?”

        “No.”

        S going to let te and t of . It o o lose it in some dodgy baggage em or to a icky fingers. So Japan and all time t decision hin her subscious.
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