[ after getting pal to be a manager for children's volleyball during his spare time, it is the least shoyo can do: listen to his good ol' pal, pal. once their hands clap briefly together, the contract is sealed. those who break it will suffer the consequences. ]
Well— Paul's gotta be there, [ there went one finger, ] Tooru, my roommate, [ a second finger, ] and— Lazarus!
[ the third and final name is said with a little more enthusiasm than the other two. either way, the truth is out: they are not chickens. ]
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Well— Paul's gotta be there, [ there went one finger, ] Tooru, my roommate, [ a second finger, ] and— Lazarus!
[ the third and final name is said with a little more enthusiasm than the other two. either way, the truth is out: they are not chickens. ]