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  • Abruptly he thrust his snow-drenched leather gloves against my cheeks. I dodged. A raw carnal feeling blazed up within me, branding my cheeks. I felt myself staring at him with crystal clear eyes... From that time on I was in love with Omi.

    Yukio Mishima (1958). “Confessions of a Mask”, p.61, New Directions Publishing