My morning starts with a cup of coffee. It has a nice scent. The coffee made with a siphon has a special aroma. When playing with a gentleman, the hands of the clock point to 12 both long and short. Yes. This is out. no doubt. The mobile phone rings loudly. Probably from my boss. ... I'll get married if I answer this phone. Gently set the death flag in my heart and click the call button. And swearing. fine. This is a category of imagination. As a scout, I can't stand a little rant. But wait ... that's right.

私の朝は一杯のコーヒーで始まる。いい香りだ。サイフォンで入れるコーヒーはやはり香りが格別だ。紳士ごっこに興じていると時計の針が長短共に12を指す。うん。こりゃアウトだ。間違いない。携帯電話がけたたましく鳴り響く。上司からだろう。「…この電話に出たら俺結婚するんだ。」心の中にそっと死亡フラグを立てて通話ボタンをぽちっとな。そして罵声。大丈夫。これぐらいは想像の範疇だ。スカウトたるもの多少の暴言にはへこたれない。だが、まてよ…そうだ。