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Even there, in the dim, warm light of the jazz club he’d never shown to anyone, listening to a song Akira knew he ought to be sick of, there was a plasticity to him. He wasn’t smiling, not quite; but it was the expression of someone awaiting a pleasant surprise, who could smile at the drop of a hat or the quiet click of a camera.
Or, a conversation about cycles.