His name is Susumu. He is three years older than me,
so he is twenty-three. He doesn't like foods like nattou
and pickleds Japanese apricots. When he sees them he
turns pale. He thinks Kobukuro is the best musician in
Japan. He has many Kobukuros CD's. I occasionally
borrow his CD's.
He likes soccer and playing soccer. Well... he doesn't
like soccer so much as he loves soccer. His life is
like soccer so much as he loves soccer. His life is
constructed around soccer. I think it is not too much
to say so.
My dream is to be a professional soccer player! he has
said since a child. He was a hard worker. Practice!
Plactice! Practice! I didn't see him staying inside.
I saw his figure grow up. I was stimulated every day.
So I looked for something to be involved.
Even he must practice now. I hope his dream comes
true then.
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