The other day, she developed into a sizable couple quarrel and the wife with blood on her head jumped out of her luggage. Well, it was a good thing at home, so I thought optimistically that I would come back with my head cooled down. That night, a friend of mine from my school days, Nakata (single), called me a little panicked. "Oioi Hamazaki, somehow you and this Mao came into my room."
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