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Ge-ge-ge no nyobou 9/24
Oct. 9th, 2010 11:07 pma.k.a. is there a poet in the house?
Late that night, Shigeru, Kinuyo, and Fumie walked into the living room. Shigeru was wearing a suit, carrying a clothing bag that held the tuxedo. Kinuyo said, "Home, at last." Fumie said, "You must be tired." Kinuyo said, "There were so many people to be polite to." Then she clapped Shigeru on the shoulder and said, "Shigeru! A really good party, wasn't it?" Shigeru grunted.
( And a few more... )
He walked over and put his hand on her shoulder. She reached up and squeezed it. He said, "We'll all go together."
<to be continued>
Late that night, Shigeru, Kinuyo, and Fumie walked into the living room. Shigeru was wearing a suit, carrying a clothing bag that held the tuxedo. Kinuyo said, "Home, at last." Fumie said, "You must be tired." Kinuyo said, "There were so many people to be polite to." Then she clapped Shigeru on the shoulder and said, "Shigeru! A really good party, wasn't it?" Shigeru grunted.
( And a few more... )
He walked over and put his hand on her shoulder. She reached up and squeezed it. He said, "We'll all go together."
<to be continued>
