I won't be able to see the usual old guy anymore. The old guy spends his remaining years in an octagonal mixed building. I don't know what kind of people would want to buy the old guy's mementos. As for this data sent at the end of the month, I also have nothing to do with him nor the old man. I don't understand it anymore. What is going on? If it's just bullying, I'm really scared. Please really ask.【2008 Year Production Culinary Aspirant (1●)】【Weak Junior Baseball Manager (18)】【Female Executive Member of Students' Association With H-Cup Bust】【Slender-bodied Individual Private School Student】 "It's the most favorite season of the year. To put it simply, everything feels good." Old man, hello. Look, you seem to have lost a bit of weight since I haven't seen you. Streaming Shoegaze music and rolling the car. The feeling of floating is completely the same as when you're doing that. 'F...', it's a feeling. Talking with abstract words has been a habit of mine since I was young. It seems my condition is getting better now. I never thought something like this would happen so early. I am certain. I can feel the old man's innocent eyes staring intently, and the object of his gaze. The thin body with school uniforms blowing gently. The temperature beyond imagination that you feel the moment you touch her. Sweet milk flavor. A checkered skirt tight around her waist. She easily crosses lines that shouldn't be crossed these days.