Mom watered Momo-chan and her daughters in early morning. Dad looked for my garden brother Monsieur Opéra, missed him and walked toward the nearest station. When she started sweeping, something sounded creaking. What is going on? Oh, it was a greeting from that boy in fluffy black/chocolate-brown coat. Your crisp is ready of course, please enjoy. Purr … purrr …

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