Character: Ito, Kotaro

Colleagues will forgive the robbery of the hospital. But to forgive a violation of the traditions, they will not.

The mood was upbeat. Even the rain didn't seem so wet.

I took the glass. Parallelepipeds of ice clinked softly.

I ramasastry a time machine.

Complete discordance. Style - no style.

Confused thoughts. Arranged something like a foot race. One just stepped on something. Turned out the dump. Complete mess in my head...

To think at night a thankless task. The next morning all bright ideas won't make sense.

Fussiness is the alpha and omega of human nature. Selflessly to make the imperfect world perfect - the main task. As if nature has not been good enough.

I had three options for how to proceed. The number of the first to get up and leave. A rude, to get up and leave. Number three is to stay and sit in silence.

- A good name.
- Well... you're Not living with him.

I reflexionar until the clock showed nine.

"Why didn't you come?" - "Sorry, but I had to wash the dishes, and, moreover, did not want to communicate with crazy".

Short deaf clapping pull-down umbrella. Scurrying past us people, suddenly turned into a huge walking mushrooms. Cap mushrooms the most cheerful colors. Crazy mushrooms.

What day is it today? she asked.
An excellent question, given the circumstances in which it is specified. I was expecting something more boring declarations of love or proposals to join some secret sect... "What day is it today"! Was from what to come to confusion. I came.