bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The

bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The
bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The
bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The
bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The
bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The
bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The
bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The
bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The
bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The
bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The

bokuroh: When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The cuckoo clock in the room says it’s 7 o'clock and Mama’s voice says, “You’ll be late if you don’t get up!” I’m still half asleep, and I think “Please let me sleep for 3 more minutes.” I’m late for school every single day like clockwork, my teacher makes me stand out in the hallway, and I get failing grades on my tests. The crepes we’d all eat on the way home. We’d gaze dreamily at a party dress in a show window. The little things bring such joy and I’m happy.Happy Birthday, Usagi Tsukino! (June 30th) -- source link

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