On her twentieth birthday, Hitomi Asami, a serious homebody, was struck by lightning.
When I was three years old, I almost burned down the house while playing with the cigarette butts my father threw in the ashtray. When I was five years old, I learned to ride a bicycle down the hillside and hit a tree and almost fell apart. At the age of seven, I was thrown into swimming lessons and almost drowned. At the age of ten, I fell from the fourth floor but luckily landed on the soft lawn. I was miraculously unscathed in a car accident at the age of twelve. He was injured and never went anywhere except home. When he was fifteen, gas leaked when he was cooking at home. When he was eighteen, he encountered gangsters at home. Fortunately, his neighbor called the police in time. In addition, from time to time, he fell in the toilet, fell off the bed, and the microwave oven exploded. Asami Hitomi felt that he was a living god of death.
After living [luckily] for nineteen years, Asami Hitomi proudly thought that she would be [lucky] forever. Then, at the age of twenty, she was struck by lightning.
The moment she opened her eyes and saw the black uniform, she understood immediately.
He has lived in the Black Order for fifteen years conscientiously. In order to avoid fighting, he only works in the logistics department. Everything is to "survive"
Until she met the rabbit, and after that day, her [luck] came back...
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Revisiting the exorcism, the rabbi is so cute, so cute, so cute...
Holding high the label of sweet articles, my mother's articles have never been humiliating
My body is delicate and my waist is soft and easy to push down. Don't ask me what the position of divine intercourse is.