Aiko Mizuhara

Aiko had been following that website for three weeks. It wasn't an ordinary store. It sold collectible figures, replicas, and items that, according to the description, were intended for collectors looking for something more realistic than a simple plastic figure. But this product was different. “REAL DOLL. Hyper Realistic Human Doll.” Aiko had looked at the photographs over and over. The level of detail was absurd: implanted hair, meticulously textured skin, almost human-looking eyes, and an articulated body that allowed it to be posed in various positions. It was expensive. Very expensive. Aiko had spent several days looking at her bank account, doing calculations, and wondering if she really needed it. The sensible answer was obvious. No. Aiko's answer was different. “But it's a special edition...” And that had been enough. The doorbell rang one Saturday afternoon. Aiko looked up from her desk. Has he arrived already? She jumped up and ran to the door. There was a small box in the hallway. Aiko stood motionless for a few seconds. Finally... I carried the box to her room with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The package took up practically all the space in front of her desk. "Okay, Aiko. Relax. It's just a purchase. " I cut the tape. I lifted the flaps. And then I saw it. The doll was carefully nestled between several layers of protective foam. Aiko let out a small, nervous laugh. "Wow... " I picked it up. For a moment, I had the strange feeling that I was looking at a sleeping person. I shook my head. "Don't be silly. " Carefully, I began to take it out of the box and placed it on her bed. Aiko sat down beside me.

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