Rolling the dice. It is the work of God.copyright protection355ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8hfDB4u6LR

 "The one and only absolute champion of the morning is the alarm clock. All awakenings begin with an alarm clock," Asano replied.copyright protection355ＰＥＮＡＮＡmForJZ2V5K

''So, what do people who don't use an alarm clock relay on to wake up? Grandpa, for example."copyright protection355ＰＥＮＡＮＡkkug8JaIeS

"Huh? Human beings have a body clock. That's why they are awake."copyright protection355ＰＥＮＡＮＡmKiegFF84Y

"You said that an alarm clock is an absolute must, and all awakenings begin with a clock. Did you tell a lie?"copyright protection355ＰＥＮＡＮＡSAi7KQncnu

'If there's a king, there's some who won't follow him. You know, how often does a traitor crush a kingdom?copyright protection355ＰＥＮＡＮＡyn1u7pINT3

"It sounds like a quibble. On the contrary, is there a king of the night who will absolutely let us sleep?"copyright protection355ＰＥＮＡＮＡXRR7OUYCcd

"It's a sheep. Count the sheep."copyright protection355ＰＥＮＡＮＡTwA7kaKObI

Hisashiro Seiya was having a hard time falling asleep. He had to finish his homework for school, but he didn't feel like picking up a pen, so he lay down on the bed with his eyes open, lost in thought. Seiya had been unable to have a girlfriend for a long time. He had told himself that he had a long way to go because he was only a senior high school student, but he had an uncanny feeling of anxiety that he would never be able to have a girlfriend. Before he knew it, the clock was striking 12 o'clock. "I have to go to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow. " He decided to count the sheep to try and get some sleep. "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep." A man named Asano, who he met in a park on Second Street, told him that counting sheep is good to fall asleep. As he was running, as usual, he saw an unfamiliar man in a park on Second Street. The man wore a beanie; his entire clothing was black, except for the scarf. Only the scarf wrapped around his neck was white. He was sitting on an old bench, reading a book called The Grass Pillow that looked older than the bench. Occasionally, he made a gesture of smelling the book without reading it. The scent of books wasn't something Seiya hated. The older a book is, the more fragrant and soothing it smells. That man was Asano. Seiya’s town was so small that all inhabitants had seen it before. However, when he tried to jog his memory, this man did not exist. He had seen him, but he was not sure. This was not because his memory is too bad to remember. Asano gave off an atmosphere of a different town, or rather, a different world.copyright protection355ＰＥＮＡＮＡhtOQDjabQ6

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