a certain realtor man
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Certainly Y was a person who talks to the tongue rather than to listen to the story. Mr. Y often ignore the story. That was smoking for Yamane. It was contrary to my feelings for Y.
In the middle of the night, I was a little excited. I ran the car to the university meaninglessly and parked in a dark parking lot where I can hardly see the surroundings. I put a breath and called Y.
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Y answered \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m OK\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" warmly laughing at what I thought. It was a while for me to hear such a voice for a while.
Chapter 2 At the restaurant
That day, I woke up at 9 o\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'clock.
It was a meeting date with Y.
I easily got dressed and headed for a coffee shop as promised. It is a German restaurant on the first floor of a small tenant building in the city and there was an entrance in the back. Next to the entrance was a man\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'s doll with a model of cooking and a beer glass, the doll was empty looking at the road.
I opened the door and proceeded to the back according to the guidance of the waitress, it turned out that the store was unexpectedly wide. Sunlight was inserted from the window and it was bright.
Y had already arrived. Sitting at the window seat, in black suits, rolling back a little, I have a book in my hand.
On the table was the examination reference book. More than five books are randomly scattered. A large white paper bag was placed in the seat next to Mr. Y is sitting. The corner is partially torn.
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I called out.
Greetings also soon asked Y to tell me to study. When I was talking about studying for a while, Y stopped explaining because I gesthely pay the troublesome things by hand.
I told Mr. Y to take college entrance examinations, apparently not seriously, I thought it seems to be about a hobby.
After a while Y \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'s cell phone ringed. It was the default electronic sound.
作品名：a certain realtor man 作家名：トロイメライ