Aika Miura

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They drank their punch and danced some more, making intermittent smalltalk. But as they left the floor a second time, Susan glanced the clock on the wall. "It's getting a little late, Woody. Could you help me find "You bet," he said, feeling a bit disappointed that it would end already, but of course trying not to show it. He helped her into her coat, and Aika Miura also pulled on a pair of rubber boots-- obviously a pre-war purchase. In a moment they were standing outside, where the snow now stood ankle deep. Peck looked up and down the empty street, finding no sign of a cab. "Well, I guess I'll have to call one," he said. "Yes," Aika Miura sighed; "They always do this. The driver's probably having his coffee now, and we'll have to wait a hour. "I don't know about you, Woody, but I like to walk, and I don't mind the snow. Of course, I'm the one with the boots, but . . . would you mind too awfully much walking with me? It's not far, and there's a main corner right nearby. I'm sure it will be easy for you to find a ride there." "Sounds good to me," Woody grinned, and he ducked briefly back inside to get his cap and coat. ...(cont.)
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