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Sandcastle family living room. Four families of fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters gather for group time.

Sandcastle Dream, his eldest son, was singing in an unwrapped manner.

It's always a naked dream in the house, but it's become a familiar landscape, and I don't blame my parents or my sister for the flowers. Keep warm in the room so your dreams don't catch a cold. For this reason, in the Sandcastle family, all families wear thin clothes in autumn and spring. It seems to refrain from cooling even in the summer.

"There's no sin, no soul admits it. Angels shine in the mud.

There's no sky. I won't keep my word. Fallen angels in the mud. They're crying.

She's cute. I'm not leaving because I want to see her forever.

Sad scream, I won't let you go because I want to hear it forever.

Bad Heart Dances Bad Heart Sings Bad Heart Flies Along

I don't need punishment. I can't judge my soul. I'm bored in the mud, angel. Glossy.

I don't need the sky. I won't fly forever. I'm smiling at an angel who offended me in the mud. "

The coming dream song was always the same. Sing with a high, clear beauty that has not changed your voice.

The song was only one song, composed by Coming Dreams lyrics. The song itself is very good. But it's called lyrics and a good song, it's never a substitute for feeling bright and fun. Doesn't even make me feel darker. Because it sounds cruel and frivolous, but also mysterious.

The coming dream was a very neutral and tidy bearer of appearance, visible to both men and women. And when you look at that groin, it doesn't have either male or female genitalia.

Registration of a household registry is about a man, and his mentality and way of speaking are about that of a man, but let's say he's neutral - he didn't have a gender in his dreams of coming.

My sister's flower plays the piano to match her coming dream song. Flowers have been learning piano since they were young and have been out in the competition many times. In that muscle it was so called genius, and at the same time there is a feeling of jealousy, on the other hand, proud as a coming dream.

One younger sister, Sandcastle Flowers, who will be in fifth grade this year, is precisely her cousin. Her parents lost their lives in an accident, so she is picked up at the Sandcastle family and raised with equal treatment as a family.

Brothers and sisters are good friends. The flowers cared consciously that the coming dream was not normal, but admired it without even giving it a yawn. But my dreams see through it, too.

Before I went up to second grade, my dream was not to go to school and I had not attended school until I was twelve years old. I want to reassure my parents a little bit, and I only properly educate them on communication for non-school children recommended by my mother, so I have no academic problems.

"Shall we go on a picnic next holiday"

My father speaks out, anticipating when the coming dream song and flower play will be over.

"Wow, I'm going. Your brother's coming, too."

"Go"

I honestly don't want to go out there. It's a coming dream, but my sister is happy, and I don't want my family to care any stranger, and I'll go with it.

It's a dreamy dream that doesn't wrap around the house, but when you go out, you get dressed in boulders, and it doesn't mean you stay tucked away in the house all the time. Until a year ago, he also played with older middle school students living in the neighborhood. But the junior high school student has been missing for a year.

Everything you do differently from people makes your family anxious. So I want to reassure my family, at least just my executable area, and my dreams have worked hard.

But it's been getting annoying lately. I like my family. But the real thing is, I don't want to go with my family. It's also painful to realize that I'm making you care more than you need to.

(It's painful to be emptying myself)

It's hard to say who I really am right now. If you want to unleash your true self, your dreams sincerely desire, but it is a wish that should not be carried away, you restrain yourself. Lose yourself. That's - even if it torments my dreams.

(has to be emptied)

Reminds me of the old days. That my mother beat me up.

In my current dream, I have more than that desire. I've even stolen my family's eyes and snuck them into action. Neither is the subject of hiyoko. It's a creature that looks just like itself.

(If you know that fact, father, mother, flower, I wonder how sorry you are. I'm sure it looks like a monster about me. Maybe I won't be a family anymore)

That makes me scared to think so. On the other hand, I find my family annoying, even if I love them.

(What about Brother Kahiko...... Brother Kehiko knows my nature. But after they found out what I was like, I disappeared. Did you disappoint me...? I don't think so.)

I think about the middle school student in the neighborhood who disappeared a year ago. I loved him in my dreams. In a way, he was a much more open-minded person than his family. Even after he's gone, there's not a day I didn't think about him.

(I'm evil. That evil me, living with my good father, mother and flowers. ridiculous story)

Consciousness that is always present in the coming dream. alienation. A wall built in the dream of coming.

"Come dreaming, you always sing the same songs, but you don't sing any other songs? Wouldn't you like a brighter song?

My father calls me.

I thought it was an extra favor. It was a dream, but I feel guilty about the very thought. to the reflexively ugly feelings worked against my father, who had spoken out in good faith.

(I can't help it because I'm evil, but I feel sorry for my father when he finds out about it, and I don't want him to know anything. Empty is better)

While I think so, my dreams haven't noticed my contradictions.

"One of these days... if you feel like it"

I return loving laughter, self-loathing for myself for having loving laughter, self-loathing for having self-loathing.

"It's hard to just write one song. Wouldn't it be awesome if you were just making it out of kids and singing it?

My mother says to my father. I guess you're going to follow up on your coming dreams.

"Well, sure."

My father spills a smile.

"One of these days, I wish I could do a concert or something with the flower piano and the song of my coming dream"

"Yeah, I want to go out to a concert with your brother too"

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Mother and flower talk about that. I don't think I'm joking, but I don't even want to talk about it and taste bad for the two of us. But even if I don't say it, I have further self-loathing for myself for rejecting it in my head.

My father, my mother and my sister are always like this. He cares about me and points me on a new path. Try to get yourself out. I try to lead you into the light. But I don't force you either. He smiles and watches warmly.

I can't wait to get bored with that. And to myself I find annoying, I learn to be ugly. And I feel even worse.

(I'm evil)

Repeated in my mind many times, a dialogue of certainty.

(I don't know the real me. I'm evil. Why was evil like me born into such a good man's family?

Repeated over and over again in my dreams for about six years, an unsolvable question.

A dream to browse the internet. Make sure you have received an email from one of the few people you know in your mailbox.

The sender's name is Junko Yukioka. A year ago, my dream was to take care of this person.

When I saw the content of the email, the emotions that were in my coming dreams burned.

"Are you sure you want to leave me alone?

"Hmm?"

Flowers give a surprising voice to the unintelligible groan of coming dreams.

(I got a voice because of it, and my feelings...... I want that)

I made up my mind that my dreams would hardly get lost.

"I'm going out"

"Oh, rare."

Makes my mother look relieved. I rarely come out of my dreams, but still occasionally go out. And my mother seems to take it as a good sign that her coming dreams go out spontaneously.

"Where are you going?

"To meet a friend I met online"

To my father, who asks, my dream answered honestly. I'm not lying. At first, I learned of its existence through the Internet.

(I wonder if it will be goodbye...)

Wearing clothes and shoes on the doorstep, while being aware of my family, my dream came to pass.

Snow Oka Institute - In the room given to Zuo, Zuo was about to take the first step towards independence.

It is a collection that has decided to take a new path, but it does not mean a start from a state of having nothing. I have knowledge and experience, and above all, I have connections.

Gathering of personnel for the launch of new organisations. I thought that would be easy.

In the meantime, Zuo calls one of his trusted men, who has been accompanying him since he was on the front street, falling into the back street, and then also spending time with him in the days of the arms smuggling organization "Breakfast Break".

"Long time no see, Okazaki"

'What can I do for you? Besides, at the call...... He's not one of your men anymore, is he?

There was blatant danger in the voice of the other against the bright voice of Zuo.

At this point, Zuo felt exposed to cold water, but he spoke without hesitation.

"Actually, I'm trying to launch a new organization, but why don't we do it together?

"Huh? Just kidding. It's a dustpan that comes with you already. You're not a vessel that stands above people, and you shouldn't do anything extra. '

I got poked in the ass and hung up. Too much rejection, Zuo was stunned and solidified for a while.

(No way... other reactions are the same...)

I also call another ex-boyfriend while I have a bad feeling.

'Cause I've already got a legitimate job on the street. I'm not going back. We have a family.'

It wasn't as bad as the first one, but they still said no.

"I've created a new organization. I'm the boss. I'm apprenticing Zao, but not at all for Zao. It's a small organization. Still happy with the current situation. Mr. Zuo was just unlucky, and good luck again. Call me if you need anything. '

The third was favorable but eventually turned down. But he said he created a new organization, and I think it might be a good idea to keep it cordial.

(In the first place, we need to figure out exactly what kind of organization we're going to create. I would still prefer an arms-smuggling organization as well as before)

The first thing to think about is to decide along the way.

(The factory stays where it is, and you should use the same place. Left alone for a while, though maintenance would be necessary. And then there's recruitment and. Securing the counterparty? That doesn't mean starting from scratch is a strength. I have equipment, and I have a proven track record and connections)

It sank all over the cone, but Zuo hadn't done it yet.

What, you're gonna do this business again? Are you kidding me? '

When I contacted the Death Merchant I knew, their mocking response finally broke Zao's heart.

"You don't even think about how many vendors have fallen behind and suffered damage by selling it to Junko Yukioka and destroying it unnecessarily? No, can't you think about it? You're a total kluper incompetent. You're already blacklisted in this industry, and nobody's gonna do it to you. '

After the phone was hung up, Zuo was completely frozen. I couldn't do the next thing for a while, and I was looking up at the void with the phone.

(I regret it... I can't help but regret it. I'm going to cry at a good age. pitiful, miserable, and hilarious......)

Turning to the glass door, he saw his face as if he had truly chewed down the bitter worm, and in its too harsh a collection, he laughed.

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