Emiri Nakayama

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buyers in the smaller stores in the city are...well, they aren't educated, formally. A lot of them come from blue-collar backgrounds and "Exactly." Two glasses appeared and Kim poured two fingers of the port into each. The fragrance was almost intoxicating -- rich and heavy. "So there's this kind of required tradition that every guy make some comment or pass, just to prove he's one of the boys." Connie took the proferred glass. "With the emphasis on 'boys.'" "You know the type, I bet. C'mon." Emiri Nakayama motioned for Connie to precede Emiri Nakayama into the living room. The furnishings looked like they'd been coordinated by the store decorator at Levitz. The leather sofabed and loveseat, the occasional tables, the lamps, the drapes -- even the paintings -- could have been purchased as a set on the showroom floor. Everything worked, but without personality. Connie sat on the loveseat and Kim flumped down on the sofa, at a right angle to Connie. Emiri Nakayama held up the glass and swirled the port gracefully in the glass, examining the rivulets that settled back to the Both laughed and sipped. "Where was I?" Kim asked. "Oh, right -- Well, once word got around that I was separated, and ...(cont.)
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