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... range hues of the sun had long faded, and now the moon hung like a pale coin in the sky, casting its faint glow over the winding road.
Kafka’s scooter hummed steadily, carrying him and Olivia through the main round that was surrounded by green rice paddies that had just been planted. She sat in front of him as always, obedient, silent, her hands resting lightly on the handlebars.
But tonight was different.
Normally, Kafka would be teasing her, saying something ridiculous ...
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