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Tombstone Trenching Shooting Game Part 8.

By the way, Ned was relatively had continued at writing his novel series ordered by his familiar publishing company and its internet site's own charged membership novel reading field as previously contracted schedule so smoothly. Because his mind was filled with very actively motivated mind for describing his own world view displayable reasoned days.
Minami-Aoyama's own richer residential area's secretly visiting adult amusement reporting chance in his life's first time with some recollection around his recent past's that Uyghur beauty seductive meeting with outdoor sex together ejaculation to the sunny day's spring coming hunch in hotter winter epilogue term's his experience made him some writing theme actuated spirit so powerfully.


Certainly, those days, Ukraine invasion by Russian army launching shocking incident deriving own reporting news programs monopolized topical subject was exciting also Ned's own curious mind, but, to him, more his personally actuated theme was dominating his mind and those days his personal concern and his author's own spirit.
His one love affair temporary lover participating regarded one illegal Fuji sea of tree casino party projected by internationally rooted one syndicate's own plan was informed by Mr. Kan.


Ned for several days after he watched swinger party at Minami-Aoyama, wrote in a I day, almost all time but after completing several novels simultaneously, he made up his mind to head for Mr. Kan mentioning Fuji sea of trees area as booking pension form hotel staying for several days. But before going to the place, he had to write already ordered parts soon  deadline of delivery upcoming consciously, desperately concentrated his own nerve and spirit only authors must have in mind.
He recently lost habit to play the game arcade warehouse, for so long period. But replaced with it, he found new playing arcade not that remotely located with first his playing ad warehouse one, but for long years he had settled and not that remotely located that arcade attending zone was perfectly his not visiting one. Necessarily, that play land was for the first time visiting one.


Ned was frequently witnessed these days any Asian, Middle East inbound employee who can be easily employed but not that good treatment given ones could come up with any circle. But in gradual reformation, any circle must go on to run with many inbound employees from these days on too, so continuously. Some will be better in doing, but another will not that or worse, or so, that'd be the same in any age. But that discourse won't be claim, writing sentences is not that easy, he knew it so well.


After playing some machine with shooting game and some other ones, in feeling bored and a little bit tired, Ned was finishing the arcade game and went out from the field, feeling that field's providing machine is rather for sensitively skillfully player, ever frequently visiting game machine was more seen so universally reactionary at least game users' view, he thought so.


Ned was for a while, after going out of the game arcade as not so sturdy warehouse building but relatively shabby small house one, roamed around the arcade besieging zone, as to him, not so familiarly contactable, though at a time, he suddenly was heard one keen screaming voice, that could be very older woman's personally made crying voice.
Ned was making his head inclined to the hard voice heard direction, though, one older woman was controlled by seen her son as almost Ned's year old generation one middle aged guy, he confirmed.
With Ned's own conjecture, it shows that probably that old woman was controlled by her son (according to his indicating call to her, "Mom") as usual had shoplifting and immediately her act was informed to police, and officer was coming from his station and her son was called by the officer, (because the officer was there a little bit remotely confirmed) and the officer generously freed her admitting her son' a coming, then, he condemned her with his frustration around daily frequency of her accustomed bad habit probably as pathologically senility abiding causing things.


Ned has the same generation his alive mother, fortunately, his mother had no that habit so seriously, but he could comprehend the middle-aged son's own emotion.


(Irregularly continued)




June. 14., 15th.    2023