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It was an honour to have been offered such an important job. Karasuma had no regrets about accepting employment with the STN-J rather than taking a more traditional job. It was good, important work, but--she found herself feeling her youth now as she never had before.

It was important to give the proper impression. She was a woman, now, and a person of authority. Her clothes should match her new status. With only a little regret, Karasuma had laid aside the comfortable, comforting clothes of her youth. A demure skirt and blouse hung in her closet, neatly pressed and awaiting the morning. Sensible pumps were arranged next to the door.

It was all very proper, and very adult.

And so, Karasuma reminded herself, was she.

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