"Almost."
The girl looked at the mountains opposite.
"These mountains are so cute," she said, "they don't actually look like a bunch of white elephants." I mean through the trees, the color of their surfaces is white. ”
"Let's have another drink?" Okay. ”
The hot air blew the beaded curtain to the table.
"This beer is cold and refreshing." The man said. "The staff were very friendly and helpful." The girl said.
"It's really an extremely simple operation, Gig," said the man, "not actually an operation at all." ”
The girl looked at the ground under the legs of the table.
"I know you won't care, Gigg. Nothing really. It's just a little bit of air. ”
The girl didn't say anything.
"I'll go with you and stay by your side all the time." They just poured a little air into it, and then everything went fine. ”
"What about us later?"
"We'll be fine after that. As before. "Why do you think that?"
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