Oh, you were wearing it? I see the back as bah.

Sassa's. A man of the right width hiding himself in a telegraph pole.

I just can't get my swollen stomach done.

Ah! A job question as to whether the officer was alert to wearing sunglasses and masks.

Poor hide and seek is depressing. Is that a sermon?

From the merchant's window he said, "Auntie, welcome home -!" The girl embarked on herself.

"Come on, say hello, don't imitate me like that!

"Yes......"

This one's depressed, too. He was then forced to give me a gold seal. Dear Calcirast, I'm closing my eyes.

"I've taken care of you. And yet... are you somewhere?

"Big Ma'am... that uncle probably..."

"What? I'm reluctant to say."