ivate room, closed the key and breathed his breath.
...... za za za ......
Then the footsteps passed the front of the toilet.
(Was it saved? ...)
But I can not take care of it. The woman may still be outside.
However, there was a feeling of security that I could not hear footsteps, S took off in a private room, and I got drowsy ... ....
When I looked at the wristwatch at ease, it was around 4 o'clock in the morning.
"I will be alright,"
And S went up to go home, and I looked at the ceiling without feeling anything.
Then, there was a creepy face of a woman in white costume!
The woman overlooked S overnight ... ....
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