It is humid beyond belief, so much so that only the light hiss of rain and the staccato drumming in the gutters distinguish between heavy mist and true precipitation. I'm not quite sure but will assume for now (because I like the brighter screen) that that half-heard roll of thunder was mere imagination.
My first textbook arrived today: Nakama 1,
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If you are insinuating ANY connection between me and the French teacher who shall not be named, I will fly across the globe and smack you with a wallabe.
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(You know I love you. ♥)
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Think, love. Who do we know who fits that?
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