Remnants of the rain had not subsided. I reached past the eaves. Let's spitting rain stopped competing in the palm of the hand. Hurly burly of smoke from a cup capucino lesehan presented on the table. I turn my sight. Then look Jumi."I say it because I am no longer able to restrain him. The more sick if you have to keep buried. Too fast, FIK? "Jumi voice trembled. Just like the trill-trill love that currently meets all of his veins. Jumi at me, expecting an answer. Answer from the end of the story in this lesehan. Capucino sip warms my throat. I shook my head without issuing a word of ...
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