When Law I was in middle school and being chased to study for exams, her childhood friend, who had been alienated until then, often came to visit Law I. Take the baby.
I knew immediately why she came to me with Law One. I needed someone else to rely on. Touched and stroked around by a dandruff man, shaved, poured in the sperma of a dandruff man, flinched a child with the genes of a dandruff man, abandoned by a dandruff man, she came bruisely calculated and approached, knowing that Law One once had a slight fondness for such a woman.
Unfortunately, Law One had already lost interest in childhood training by then. Childhood taming was originally foolish, but still Law One had a favor. But because I exceeded the limits of the fool, my feelings cooled down lightly. And when I saw her leaning blatantly against me, my contempt boiled more and more.
Childhood tampering, made cold by Law One, had since replaced the other men one after the other, spending a moment healing themselves.
Even if she's such a bitch, she only evaluates the fact that she didn't abandon parenting as law one. I kept my daughter with my parents while the guy was playing, and I felt pretty sweet about my own parents, but I was still loving my daughter, and taking care of her.
Over the years, childhood tampering had become even weirder, men's play had become even more flashy, and hands on strange drugs.
My daughter, Spica, on the other hand, became nostalgic for Law One. Since Law One fell into the back street, he began to come and visit often, attracted by the unusual atmosphere of Law One.
(I can't believe I'm attracted to scraps like myself, I'm just attracting a gene of scraps with all my parents in a boulder)
Watching Spica, that's what Law One thought. But my daughter was resourceful. I have read the book carefully and I also know difficult words. Law One thought that the child of the same generation was not enough for the other and could be coming to him.
"Your mother always laughs in front of me. But I'm unhappy."
When Spica had just gone up to middle school, she groaned so pompously in front of Law One.
(Wasn't he in a warm place? Isn't this guy in a sweet world?
Two, Law One thinks a lot. Guess. The childhood parents were very gentle and fine adults and in the eyes of Law One. And childhood taming was a firm affection for her daughter. Even in such an environment, all parents and children are not met. Or where I don't know the law, because of all the suffering, my daughter may not be in front of me right now.
"I'm sure your mother lost something very important and couldn't find a replacement, and she's been hurt forever."
Spica had spotted it. I was reaching the truth. And he revealed that he had discovered the truth about his mother only in front of the secret law.
"But I'm glad Mr. Ohashi didn't become your partner instead of your mother."
Law One was surprised that Spica laughed sarcastically and said such a thing. I can still tell if you wish you'd replaced something important, but I didn't expect you to tell me you were glad you didn't.
(finally this guy... are you in love with me)
I was thin about that, and I know Law One knows that that would be a far-flung approach. But when it was not worthwhile for him to respond to it, Lawichi told himself and tried not to be conscious.
Leaving the Azito in Marcella, when Law I returned to the building where the office was located, it was seen from the outside that the light was on in the room where the office was located.
I was sure Spica and Tsugumi would be here, but just in case I checked my email as well, I would get a positive response.
"It's 6: 30. Grandpa, aren't you worried? Is Spica's family okay, too?
Enter the office, see what Spica and Tsugumi look like, and care for Law One.
"It's okay, 'cause it's septic properly"
For some reason, I turned my muddled face to Law One, and Spica says
(What? It's like you're suddenly upset when you look at my face right now?
I don't know anything about Law One, even though I wonder if I did something to piss him off.
"But it's also hard for my life to go on like this forever. It's the seed I sown... When I go out, the painter protects me, but the house feels like a boulder... I can't have you doing this forever."
"I'm Guardian. I'll keep Spica safe forever."
Whilst Spica says with a strange face, Tsugumi declared with a pleasant smile with his right hand raised wide.
"Even if you ask me to just get the job done, I can't do it. This request has become the most challenging."
"Oh well... I also know that there are some very dangerous signs. Somehow, someone from the back street came to me."
Hearing the words of Law One, Spica clouds her expression even more.
"By the way... I don't want to go in there, but I knew I'd go in there"
With his mouth in the form of a laugh and his eyes in the frightened face of not laughing, Spica looked straight up at Law One.
"I smell perfume puffy...... I mean that?
"Yes, no..."
I found out why Spica was angry, and Law One wandered.
"That kind of thing? What do you mean? What do you know just by the smell of perfume? Me, I'm still retarded. I wonder if I'm cured? I have no idea what that means."
Tugumi looks worried and asks Spica.
"Uh... painter. Adult women wear perfume, don't they?
"Yeah, she's wearing it, too."
"Why does that perfume smell on Mr. Ohashi?"
"Um? Because it was Mr. Okama?
"It's not. I've been having an affair with a grown woman."
"What, it's an H thing. Ooh!?
When asked about Spica, Tsugumi shouted at her stunned, less weird face.
"I didn't..."
Even though Law One denied it, I felt useless.
"Hih... Hih, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh.
"No, no, no, not the other way around, maybe more awesome."
"But it's even more amazing. Ooh!? I mean sex?"
"Painter... I was wearing a camato, but don't throw a straight ball suddenly..."
I don't expect those words to fly out of Tsugumi's mouth, and Spica comes to an end.
"I've been reading a lot of novels, so that's all I know. I've read plenty of wet scenes too. Enjoy last night ~"
"I see."
Convinced spica.
"I don't like perfume."
Heavy sigh and talk as Spica stares at Law One on the side.
"I don't want to wear perfume my whole life. My mother is a perfume fool, and she's always pumped the unpleasant smell, which seems to be my trauma."
"But if the surroundings do it, nature will do it for you too."
"Though I am a non-receptionist. They won't flush it around."
When Kachin to the first word of the law, Spica roughed up her voice.
Law One knows that Spica's insistence on this will come from rebellion and fear of her mother. Because Spica's mother was truly, lightly flushed around. I was the type who couldn't hold on to myself. And fell to the bottom of the unhappy dong. Ruined.
(Oh... somehow I figured it out. A little... similar... He and Marcella)
I'm ashamed of myself now that I realize it.
(Well, Marcella's not as stupid as he is.)
So where does it resemble, it's where unfortunate fate wields us? Unlike childhood taming, however, Marcella is not flushed by fate, but the kind who desperately tries to cut it open.
(Spica, too. I... I don't know. I wonder if they're flushing it...)
Law I, who praised himself as fluffy. I wonder if people, such as fluffy, groundless people, are just being flushed all the time, and mock themselves.
(But a lot of people in the world look like that, too. It's being flushed over the rails. after choosing it myself)
In this sense, Law One thinks that the self on the back street is not very different from the residents on the front street.