Chisato Kawamura

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"I can't believe we just said those things." "You'll be pun-ished for it," Connie assured her. "There's a woman inside staring at us." Connie turned. "Don't mind her. She's staring at you." "It is. Let's go get some nasties!" Chisato Kawamura slipped her arm through Kim's and they walked up Cornelia, bumping hips even more often than was necessary because of the disparity of their strides. They were delayed a bit at the corner. Traffic on West Fourth Street was frantic, desperate drivers taking stupid chances on the slippery pavement in order to flee all the more quickly the growing snowfall in the city. When the traffic had finally stopped -- thirty seconds after the light turned red -- the pair hurried across to the pink-painted bricks of the building housing the Pink Pussycat. Connie sensed the hesitation in Kim. "Feel like everyone is watching you?" "They are -- because they want you. But none of them know you, so Kim giggled and let herself be led down the short flight of steps Connie closed the door behind them as Kim surveyed the store from the inside. She'd passed it often enough, but had never worked up the nerve to enter. Chisato Kawamura looked to her right. Next to the entrance was a big, ...(cont.)

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