Summary
Mr. Oshima, who lives next door to the apartment, is one year older than the same university. I get a little embarrassed when I hear the voices of “boyfriends” coming and going, but when I see them, I feel kind of lonely. It’s fun to be together, even when I’m just a meddlesome, talking to her and inviting her to eat. When I asked, “Is the person who comes here occasionally, your boyfriend?” Mr. Oshima, why don’t you stop doing that and do it to me?
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