There is a man named Nakamura living in our neighborhood. I was a middle-aged man who just got away from my wife and child the other day, saying that there was not much thunder in the pigeon's eyes, or drifting around with a negative aura. One day, my wife told me that she had her leg hurt while working, Mr. Nakamura next door. I was laughing and staring at my wife's behavior that seemed to be buying more than necessary to take care of her unfortunate neighbor.
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