Another story about a needle-pointed man and a shameless gangster.
In this world today,
Good partners never exist.
They were all yesterday or tomorrow;
Far away or in the grave.
The correct approach is to never try to understand a jerk, and never think who can be the most special existence for whom.
However, at that time, I no longer believed that people could change anything on their own, but she still thought so. This enthusiasm fills me with excitement, coupled with trepidation.
It's a real drama, pseudo-TPL. As for whether it's TTL or not, I don't know yet.