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... nd audible yawn as he sat up in his bed. His white hair was a mess, and his eyes were droopy and puffy. Yet his beauty was not marred in the least, his visage was one that would entrance all. Mikoto would have scowled had he a mirror.
He gave another yawn for good measure as he ran a dainty hand through his wild mane of hair.
"It’s gotten longer," he mumbled as he played with the strands, which seemed to be shoulder-length. It must have grown on the boat trip, and he did not real ...
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