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I feel ashamed. I’m totally exhausted. There are no birds and dogs but cats in this area. You might think it is pleasing that a stray cat strolls in a boring alley. It would be also, however, an amplifier that make a situation emptier to see a cat on a warm day.

The truth of the matter is we don’t want and need to read any kind of story. Recently I don’t guess even whether I am hungry or not. Not any kind of story is here because I’m caring that. It is bothering to be stuck in the school rule that we must put one subject in one sentence.

I’d rather suppose when two people, more attractive one and less, get conflicted about something or about themselves, the one at fault must be the less attractive. It might be cruel and unjustifiable but a fact gives proof of this: middle-aged man is getting milder and milder to a girl in an entirely bad sense. I cannot bear to watch this state of affairs.

The grass in the park is too angelic in the early afternoon to light a cigarette, so no one gets his hand put on a pocket. I lose my words. It is not good that recent life is too full of reality. I can't help wondering what everyone is doing by themselves, but perhaps they are not alone.

Can coffee on the desk is tepid.