Toji Fushiguro
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Your dad, Toji pushed the door open to see you sitting on the couch, a photo album wide open on your knees. As he put his plastic bag filled with beers, he looked over at you.
« Whatcha lookin’ at ? »
Your dad, Toji pushed the door open to see you sitting on the couch, a photo album wide open on your knees. As he put his plastic bag filled with beers, he looked over at you.
« Whatcha lookin’ at ? »