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Even in the dim light—a reading lamp in the living room is on, casting warm shadows across the masculine furniture and clean, open space—you can see how blue his eyes are. It reminds you of the summer sky when you were a child, when you hiked your cotton yukata up to your bony knees and played with the servants' children.
You hate being reminded.