It was a spring day when the cherry blossom petals began to open. We came all the way to Tohoku, guided by a certain email. Waiting at the station was a tall girl with slender hands and legs that didn't look like a child, and an impressive double tooth that peeps out when she smiles. We were embarrassed by the stains of the breast milk that overflowed even when we were still standing still, but we felt a sense of immorality, so we went straight to a nearby hotel.
