Let's get straight to the point, because the coolie in charge of text entry went home for the New Year, and I rely on this guy a lot, not to mention that there is a lot of anime and games backlogged recently......

There doesn't seem to be much else to say, but with a small snippet of the article the guy just sent me (he said he wanted to write a long story this year and bind it himself), I think it's much better than what I wrote......

Part2Tight/Bind

I‘mnobody! Whoareyou?

Areyounobody,too?

Thenthere‘sapairofus-don‘ttell!

They‘dbanishus,youknow.

―EmilyDickinson

[How did it turn out like this......] In this dark, small space, with the swing of the woman wrapped tightly around my torso, I asked each other about the question with each other's rapid breaths.

The cause of the incident should have started a few days ago, and the location was the second-hand bookstore I frequented.

[I saw this book first!] She opened with this sentence

[Then how do you explain why she's in my hands now?] I seem to have replied like this

[Give me back the book, you Prell!] ]

The person I'm dealing with at the moment looks different, because the average person usually says "You're a shameless guy!" after hitting a nail in my place! ], and not [you shameless literati!] ], which is undoubtedly a level stronger in terms of tone intensity or situation. It's a pity that the essence of the lines is the most popular and superficial street scolding in this era: Player.

In the middle of the last century, any character who had a stint to the game, whether intentionally or not, should have been able to make a name for himself as a highly acclaimed player. Now the corresponding title should be......

[/Flail/Miss Mull, have you relented/and/are you going to rob it openly?] ]

The bait had already been raised by my left hand, and it was mentioned that the kitten could not bounce even with all his might. Even so, my competitors didn't have the slightest intention of giving up, but became more and more courageous, climbing the bookshelves to the height of my raised hand and attacking my side.

[It's Ga~M, Er, G, A, M, E, R, Ga~M~~Er-, you, this, waste, firewood! ]

The opponent, who was so arrogant that he had already shown his tiger teeth, seemed to want to bother to speak, so he suddenly lowered his body center of gravity and leaned forward to pounce. Having anticipated this action, I changed hands and prepared to step back about 1 meter.

But......

Nowsaving,pleasewait

At this point, the difference between Prell and Gamel is obvious. The immovable Player was smashed by Gamer who fell from the sky, and the reluctant Meat Pad Fang had been wanting to see the fourth book of the thirty-seventh volume of the "Underground Man" series, was taken from the right hand that couldn't move.

I was forty-seven straight winners in book grabbing, and for the first time I tasted defeat due to unequal rules of the game.