When it’s hot, people just have to dance.

Dance! Dance! Just dance! In the palm of Buddha's hand, under Kannon's...

So when it’s hot, a piping hot herbal tea is the way to cool down.

Speaking of which, last night was cool. A cool guy and a cool conversation.

The cool guy was cool even when he left.

Suddenly, a gal appeared and in an instant, it's GONE~.

Somehow, I was left all alone.

From now on, when I'm having a large conversation with an international-seeming man at a bistro that feels like it's abroad,

I really need to be cooler myself.

So, shall I start by chewing some cool mint gum? It's the lover of your mouth, after all.

But I hate it when it sticks to my teeth~

Wait, did I perhaps drink too much last night?

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