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The next morning, Michael awoke, wondering why his pillow was so warm. He opened his eyes, blinking blearily at the fuzzy shape that obviously was not his pillow. He fumbled for his glasses, putting them on so that Aiako came into focus. Remembering what'd happened last night, he blushed a bit. Wow, they'd both been really forward. But he was glad of it, because Aiako looked so cute right now. He wanted a picture, but damn, he didn't have a camera. He'd have to remember that for later.
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