The old house which nestles at one corner of a certain cityscape. Young Wife, the Nami which I married into several years ago continues keeping an admirable, virtuous atmosphere in spite of the marriage second year, but, as for her this morning, a state is strange in some way. The master who looked at a figure of the Nami which shakes as having held feeling like to urine from the second floor watches a machine sound of an abnormal sound to hear from her; temataka…Sent a foot to her cause with toyaya ridiculous state.
