While looking at the fire on the opposite bank, she lazily smokes a cigarette.
Black mushrooms are already growing, and sirens are blaring along with the sea breeze. However, the wind blew and my black hair drifted away, and several degrees of ash fell down to the ground. He doesn\'t feel like they\'re in the same world, and feels like he\'s going somewhere else, and anxiety falls into his heart.
\"Hmm...good evening. Can you drink alcohol?\"
There was no foreshadowing that it was a coincidence or a coincidence, and it seemed like a matter of course.
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