Out of surprise, you are left hanging on the railing of the balcony, looking at a handsome young guy with snow-white skin, who looks at you like some kind of garbage, saying loudly in his melodious voice “Masaru, I need a Clean Shirt, urgently!” a gray-haired man runs up to him with a white shirt in his hands and hands it to him “here, please, dear K, anything else?” the guy begins to hastily take off his soiled shirt
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