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Midori was awakened by an energetic Kimmei singing at the top of her lungs and twirling between the furniture. Midori had been the same when she’d booked her first modeling gig and was put on a plane from Louisiana to New York. It had been the dead of winter and she’d been booked for a swimsuit catalog, as next season’s swimwear was shot in the preceding winter months to be ready for the spring and summer magazines.
At the ripe age of seventeen Midori had stood on the top of a skyscraper, freezing her n*****s off in a tiny bikini while a photographer frowned at the extra insulation in her ass. The photographer, his assistant, and the designer openly discussed how much they loved her exotic eyes, but not her wide nose. How her slim waist and toned belly caught the light, but then took
