Oh, where are you, darling? Mei-Shun washed winter covering of her futon, meant to replace it by summer one full of you and your eggs. She purchased another in grey with apple trees, still in a package. However, neither of them was found in the closet where she surely expected. She drove to a shed Shin rents, yet heard no reply. All right, she would ask bluish flowers to work instead of shy guys.