fukuzawasfish
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On a fine and golden afternoon, you awoke in an unfamiliar room. Frantic and confused, you could only rely on the clothes folded neatly on the bedside table-and the man who was standing in front of the bathroom door conspicuously-to make out the happenings of last night. It only resulted in a slight vacuum of thoughts, of course, that the man in question was Fukuzawa Yukichi. The president of the ADA and consequently, your boss.
Backtracking to the "π π²π―π―π’π«π± π’π³π’π«π±π°" that led to this ambiguous one-night stand, you failed to notice just what exactly had been brewing down in the hotel events room in the wake of a school reunion.