This happened to me. But that's not bad either. Derived from the formula, it is a testament to the importance of living a day. It's impossible to understand everything. The hanging leather from the top of the bus shakes and dances to the right and left. A surprise box full of happiness. I interpreted this bus in such a way as to make a mistake.

The bus looks like Castella. Hungry. Wanna make it? Once this bus is cut at equal intervals, it looks like the ideal castella. If I say so, I'm one of the ingredients in that Castella. The exterior alone is splendid and the interior is scaska. The complaint is about to arrive. But out of the blue, you can call the aliens reputation and live with that hard Castella. I wonder if they would say something like that. Chew with a burst of noise. Just looking at it makes my chest ache.