i'm selling yukano's sleeping face silently, kashiwazaki kanna.

My boyfriend's rumours of cheating have flowed, and it is not emotionally unstable. He still went to his ex-boyfriend's house where he could talk, and asked him to investigate an affair, but he was a poacher who tried to make me take some glaze. The glaze is put in juice while the cannabis is taking a seat off to the toilet. His face, which is soaked and dried up, gradually starts to glow. The ex-boyfriend who looks at it and pushes it down and asks for a bello kiss. It was like a long time ago, squirreling the crab with an irama or pizzly and inducing it into a nama-kana masuko.