First I mapped all that I could recall from memory, pancakes, crepes, waffles, scrambled eggs, popovers, omelettes, and on and on, scouring my brain for every fast I had ever broken. The beginnings of the contours of breakfast began to reveal themselves. A gaping hole stared back at me, but I couldn’t yet be sure. I had to search the dark corners of the world to see if somewhere in far off lands that abyss had yet been filled. I called upon friendly ghosts. I paged through ancient tomes. I added kaiserschmarrn, swedish pancakes, dan bing, madeleines, crumpets, clafoutis, blinis, pannu kakku, parathas, nalesniki. The map filled in bit by bit, but it was no use. The gap in the fabric of breakfast remained.
家门口的那条土路，雨天就变成了泥路。有一次，我穿着新买的三层白色纱裙，没忍住和小伙伴们在泥路上奔跑，一脚摔下去，浑身是泥，不敢回家。
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体育館の「キュキュッ」という音の正体が科学的に解明される、実は音だけなく極小の雷も発生していた