My mother spends her day pouring hot water for greentea in a mild sunshine.		"You are poor at making good tea." 82 yearp-old mother tells me with evident pride in the morning.

	A happy color is a warm color.

						You end up forgetting everything ?
Mom, I'm so sorry.　That's my fault.

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