It's been less than a month since Sandy left. Her name is Tricia, she can't speak English, her age is unknown, is she underage? Apparently, the smell of her running away from home is puffy... I decided not to think about it. She rolled into my hotel on the Danube like a kitten. Naturally, I happily accepted her without having to drive her away. The first day passed, the second day passed, and the third day came, thinking that if Tricia was at a maid cafe in Akihabara, she would be popular. Europe is in the mood for autumn and winter.
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