For a long time we don't talk about history, because it is very horrible, from yester, to and morrows. But still, we are family with them, as they are a part of our life.
        "What after she gave you the book?"
        "Don't get so fast. You don't even know what the name of the book was," he said.
        "I know it," I said as I walked to the eighth window, "because the book is here." I took out a book out of the eighth window, which is connected to the library.
        "Well. Who put it into the library?"
        "I don't know," I said. "It has been being there since I came back last time."
        "What was the time you came back?"
        "Seven months ago."
        "That's half a year after I went to Vileville."
        "Yes."
        You might be bored to reading what two men talked. Instead, we will talk about the story of Prior. Prior was a big family in the east, east, east, far east of the oriental world.