HMN-261 The night of the pyrotechnic convention, the sudden storm of rain and the heartbroken, wet schoolgirls ran to the love hotel to hide in the rain.

Every year I went to a fireworks convention with the good friends and the young lady, Mali, and this year I went to a fireworks convention, and I got dumped, and I went back, and she cried, and she was smiling, and I was afraid that she was coming back, and I was afraid that she was coming back, and I was going back, and it was raining, and it was raining, and it was raining, and it was raining, and they went to a love hotel, and they were wearing a wet bath coat, and I could see it, and when the young men and women were alone, it was impossible not to have a wonderful atmosphere.