Some of the
pickled herring was
red. Twice the fun since the guests
were here for a vacation that wasn't a vacation, in preparation of a
job that wasn't a job. And now he was eating herring that was indeed
red, and yet it was the real deal.
Swedish schnapps
helped inflate
what was a bad pun
to begin with out of proportion. A truly bad
pun, as he hadn't even
shared it with anyone.
Ryu
looked at his sister. For a while she and the two other girls,
because they had been girls back then, had circled around Urufu-kun
like planets around the sun. And he, Prince Wakayama, had seen parts
of his powers usurped. But they hadn't been, not really.
Red herrings. There had
been a lot of them, all of them real, none of them real, but in the
end they had all mattered somehow.
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