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The street of Umeda had heat.
I saw sky building and another.
A reverberation from asphalt dissolved my trunk.
The door over there was dark.
I changed internal placement and prepared.
It is a forest near.
Tall trees from a line. _|_|_|_
I hear a sound.
Crying with a groan became peaceful with a story before long.
There were the stairs which spread out underground in the neighbor of the room.
The carpet grew old.
We sang to return.
"My living does not become easy even if I work even if I work...".
Surely we will become wealthy sometime.

by the way, is it rainy tomorrow?