It happened during that adolescence, a time of searching for the path from childhood to adulthood, filled with sweet memories with my friend's mother... Now, as working adults, we went to Kenji's house for drinks, something we hadn't done in a long time. The room was unchanged. The familiar scent. I recalled those times with Kenji's mother. This was from our childhood... Auntie always wore her underwear. She wore beautiful makeup... as if she were going somewhere... We all thought of that kind of auntie as adults. Looking back now... back then, we couldn't do anything in the face of her femininity...
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