Oiful April m, on a narrow side street in Tokyos fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.
Tell you the truth, shes not that good-looking. She doesnt stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isnt youher - must be hirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: Shes the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, theres a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.
Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - oh slim ankles, say, eyes, raceful fingers, or youre drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant Ill catch myself staring at the girl at the able to mine because I like the shape of her nose.
But no one insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preceived type. Muc……（内容加载失败！）
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