

Moto... Part TwoIn the morning Moto awoke, groggier than usual. She took her shower, and did her hair, eventually she livened up and grew excited over going to lunch. She threw on a white polo shirt, a tighter fit than she remembered, and a navy blue skirt that descended to her mid thighs. She relaxed for as long as she could, then a white minivan pulled up in her driveway, Sayuri no doubt. Moto ran out to meet her friend, relishing the short exposure in the outside air, after saying goodbye to her parents hastily, and got in the car.Moto... Part Two
“Moto!” she heard happily as the car door swung open. Sayuri practically leapt out to hug her. &nbs


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Moto groaned and ripped her simple plastic alarm clock’s plug out of the wall disgustedly, its incessant chirping ceasing as the flow of energy through the cord was severed. Throwing off her green comforter, she allowed the cool morning air to drift over her body and shivered in her minimalist pajamas, cotton shorts and a tank top. Groggily she brought herself to a sitting position, her slender legs hanging off the side of her bed, her feet half resting, half posed on her room’s chilled hard wood floor. She stared into space for a moment and yawned, stretching her arms and back, her thin but somewhat toned frame accented b
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