a man-year floor laid on a moist tatami mat... A drop of water that falls on the sink of aluminum. From the room with four and a half tatami mats that had been closed, it was possible to hear an inexhaustible rustle of "panpan" mixed with a lively yelling sound. And while she was hiding in her husband and living in the neighborhood, she brought a man with her and greedy daylight.
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