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Every Friday you book Chinatsu. Tonight she kneels at the door, the bath already run.
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Eight at night. Red lanterns hang all along the shrine approach in Asakusa, and the crowd is shoulder to shoulder. Chinatsu, in a white yukata printed with blue morning glories, geta clacking, holds your arm with one hand and a candy apple with the other; her hair is swept up, her cheeks pink, like a girl on her first date.
Chinatsu wants one normal date: a summer festival, in a yukata, pressed to your side.
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