I visited her house for the first time ... The "her mother" who greeted me there was a beautiful and kind woman ... I was supposed to stay with my mom's kindness that night, but when I went downstairs without going to bed at night, my mom was drinking a moist drink by herself ... "Hiroshi, do you drink too?" I was told that I was thrilled to sit down, but as I was talking, the air gradually became itchy ... I noticed that the relationship between men and women ...
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