Yesterday's second baseman lost. I fall into a snare. First ROTTA-----Small Solid Rather little Second ROTTA-----Small Rather little Third ROTTA-----Small Solid Half Fourth ROTTA(me)-----big

It's a death lot excellently. Three people who are the front when they think now, by a prisoner of conscience? The guy who often sees between the acquaintances After a man of glasses of third ROTTA saw my meal ticket, I had a confidential talk with other two people. "He'll be made lot disturbance, and it's ashamed and I make draw." Such, I'd communicate.

I'll envy me always caring for large size. Be not a crafty way, fight by a "jiro" fair. A heart seems to burst at the at heart lot time. But I made up my mind. I challenged them to a game.

You aren't supposed to disturb a lot and apply shame trouble to a store owner. I shoulder regular customer's sign here. It may be water in a hot stone, but vegetables call rather little amount just in case.

Three people often came, too, so it was quick footwork. I'm late and close, too. A time lag, 2 minute The thing I should do isn't to taste Jiro and to enjoy lot rhythm. "However early is it thrown into a breadbasket?" Only this was considered. A result could enter about three. Their expression was my best dessert. It's dressed in normal state of mind and is as usual, "Thank you for the meal.", I greet a store owner lightly. Then the eyes met with a store owner. They seemed to be laughing a little. Was I admitted by a store owner at last, too?

I don't know to have happened to three silly persons after that. But you make them say only a word. "When fighting, choose a partner." It's my report above. The back of the handbill is done, oh, they aren't precocious.