We've found our way onto a wonderful Japanese blog. Using google translate we were able to sort-of understand what was going on. In fact, the english-to-japanese-to-google-english conversion has lead to a wonderful Hai-Ku like retelling of the story-
This is your wish? Because he asked, I said yes. Then, he peeled himself for me. It hung in the closet of his skin, he was with at the dinner table together to come down to the bottom. All seemed like a good idea. It 's figure was exactly as I had always wanted.
But, I could not say from perfect. It's a trifle, but the stain of blood arrive first. I have to wash the sheets every day. Not his skin so would get cold at night, I have to raise the temperature of the room. That cost would be consuming.
Gas is not cheap though.
In fact, that money was an issue than ever before. He lost a client of work, we came to the bickering about it. But the bad I'm towards the client. An old friend came to dinner, but things do not get better. He stood up while clammed up and would. Even after cleaning not be more, house blotchy. We are no longer a conversation at last. Silence looming sour. Him of angry, I've been worried about. He was angry indeed.
You can find more butchering of the wonderful japanese language HERE