An umbrella get home

In the rain、Sunday、Kichijoji、Afternoon eight o'clock。
I lived six years for this simple town、Was attacked in the illusion that wandered into town do not know suddenly。
I'm excited anxiety。Returning home to detour just a little bit。

Long-awaited familiar every one is you opened the door。
It was a pot party tonight。
- eating a warm soup pot and booze。

That's No such because of rain。

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