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... soft cushion, one filled with a pad of a gel-like substance that had tiny motors within that kneaded the muscles of his leg, preventing them from falling asleep even after hours of being sat in seiza.
It was a nice thing to have at the moment, because he had spent the day sitting here, and it didn't look like it would change any time soon.
Susan was in a well-appointed room. Traditional walls, but spaced far apart, a great glass wall that overlooked Tokyo, and a long, low table w ...
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