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Tomari looked into the locker room mirror and thought about what she’d look like if she cut her hair and thought for a moment till such Ideas were smashed by the weight of memory. Her mom had told her how beautiful her Aniu hair color made her along with how she must never cut it. Her school coaches had tried many time to get her cut it but her dad for all his meddling, exposures, and demands had bought her a well made sheath in her favorite colors of red, yellow, and black. 

Her dad was away at some writers retreat which Tomari knew was code for the mutual complaint board to meet, drink, complain, gamble, complain, chase women, complain about women and more complaints; it was unclear how this worked but it did for her dad who was called the Monk because he’d kicked his bad habits….well except smoking. He was their Monk, their caretaker and their friend there trying to support them. Best of all he was there and not in town.

She loved her Dad even if he had made her now need to go to the Manga Cons in extreme Cos so she could avoid “Nabu Miki” her alter ego and protagonist of “Dreams in Sunlight” but she also needed a break from his focus. 

She had the house to herself ([url=https://www.designwant.com/r1615.html]TAKE THE TOUR[/url]) for the next four days and was enjoying the solitude and even though her two adopted Uncles teased her about having a boy over or maybe a girl she had no such plans. She could bathe and then wander the house in the nude and because of the skylights of her modern home she could sit and meditate in a sunbeam. She hated clothes when she meditated...at least the Bras. She considered their function as pointless while meditating; more of a distraction but with her dad home she had to watch her every move because he had the habit of popping in at the worst moments with some burning question.

[i]He had said he forgot she was growing up[/i]

Then shaking off such thoughts Tomari finished tying up her hair and buttoned up her blouse doing a general once over of her person so that she didn’t have to deal with some other student judging her clothing and then need to bite her tongue repeating the mantra 

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Lucky for her she had no such encounters on her way to the lockers then while putting on her school slippers noticed a chubby first year staring at her chest as if mesmerised 

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