They were connected somehow to her sex, which cloaked her inner self. None of these so-called values seemed to have any connection with Narumi herself. Direct and aggressive, or more indirect and implicit – there were many ways of letting her know. People around her were always telling her how much every part of her was worth. In the dream, Narumi is vitality itself.Īlthough that body had clearly belonged to her, in reality it had never been her own. She could hurt no one, and no one could hurt her. She could be anything she wanted to be, go anywhere she wanted. The light reflecting off her lightly-muscled thighs and upper arms, promising a shining future. The natural swell of her breasts, the nipples whose color and size she’d never give a second thought to. Supple enough to run any distance, as full of life as a new-born animal in the spring. If she twisted her body slightly, the gentle curve of her shoulder blades and backbone would appear. She’d have just turned fifteen, her arms and legs slender, her belly flat as a sheet of drawing paper.
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