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I live alone and I'm going home drinking again today. I headed to the massage shop that I was worried about. So-called shady, erotic massage. She greeted me with a married woman-like atmosphere and entertained me for a while. A few days later, Mr. Morisawa, a beautiful married woman in the neighborhood who always sees. Morisawa-san was always beautiful and I wished someone like that was my wife. Today, as we pass by each other, I nod, but somewhere, yes, that massage lady. Maybe that's how it should be, and night. I went to a massage shop to see if that woman was there. Then I decided to ask the woman who came out. Are you by any chance Morisawa-san? and...