3 a.m. The lights are off. The airport is still.
A quiet light softens my silhouette over by my bed. These days, it’s my tablet. The light only goes as far as hilighting my face and a book which I’m wildly flipping with great fervor.
At that time of night, I’m only reading one thing. At that time of night, I want things hard, heated, ruthless, and maybe a little cute. While I have my usual staples of authors to read, for this one night, I grabbed Sex Nanka Kyoumi Nai, hoping I’d have something crazy.
As usual, I thought wrong. When was I ever right about manga?
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