バナ@39
I watched the sparrow's door.
I took a day off from work for a physical exam and went to Minami-Aoyama.
I like the sedative for endoscopy too much.
Before I know it, I'm unconscious and before I know it, it's over.
That feeling of time being cut off.
In a good mood, I pay the difference for the sedative.
I forgot my wallet.
I had planned to go to Ramen Jiro in Ogikubo, but since they only accept cash, I have to leave it behind.
I had no choice but to go to Shinjuku to eat sushi and watch a movie.
In the bathroom of TOHO Cinemas in Shinjuku, I was hit by a washlet bomb, and my pants were soaked. You should fix it.
I've got to get my head back on straight.
The sparrow door was good.
It is difficult to deal with the disaster head-on, and of course there is criticism.
But the creator's desire for expression exceeded that.
I cried during the scene where Aunt Tamaki blurts out her true feelings in the PA.
There must have been many such invisible victims.
And then there was Iwaki Kotobuki.
He continued to make sake in Nagai after the disaster.
The bottle was opened.
It is young, fresh and full of life.
It is green, fresh, sweet and acidic, and full of vitality.
It is full of the wonderful youthfulness and power of new sake.
It is one of the best new sake of the last few years.
Not deliciousness, but deliciousness.
We humbly request you to try it.
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