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About Fukuoka

In my head, I’d be ramblin’, “Marge, you’re too soft for this!” But I’d push on, askin’ her stuff—like, “What’s your day like?” She’d shrug, “Same old, same old.” I’d nod, feelin’ that *Blue* vibe—life’s messy, raw, real. “I’m not enough,” Adèle cries in the movie, and I’d think, “Candy prolly feels that too.” Deep, huh?

Merits and Demerits of Shinodayama Shinchi

Yurukyara turned out be cute-but-clumsy promotional figures—like homemade Disney characters—designed by local governments to attract tourists and business.

But then, as I’m setting up her radio, I accidentally drop a screw. It rolls under the couch, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” I’m crawling around, trying to fish it out, and Momo’s just watching me like I’m the biggest idiot ever. I finally get it, and the lady’s laughing. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, lady.”

Variations in gaseous nitric acid concentrations at Tottori, Japan: Long-range transport from the Asian continent and local production