As a painter and earner, I promised to draw the picture of Hikari, the wife of my neighbor who secretly fell in love with her. However, on the day I was looking forward to it, typhoons 16 hit directly. The train stopped and it was raining so hard that my wife couldn't get back from work. And when he was about to give up halfway, Mr. Hikari came in with a blissful wetness. I remembered the word "the rain of blessings" when Mr. Hikari was deprived of his wet underwear.
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