Yurie can blow my flute any day she wants to. You can’t hate a girl who has a tendency to suck on whatever she can get a hold of when she gets nervous.

Scheming women ahead! All men to the lifeboats, permission to abandon the ship. Nothing good can ever come out of this.

Numbers of times I’d hit Yurie: Two.

Scatman John?

Hot.
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