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Chapter 48 season off─off season

We stayed at a leisure hotel in low season.The snow on the road started to melt, and it was wet everywhere, the most annoying season. There were no other guests in the spacious dining room except us.In fact, apart from us, there was not even a single guest staying in the hotel.But there were three waiters, and they all took turns turning to the back and yawning.The lights in the left half of the restaurant were off and it was pitch black.We sat inside and ate sea bass.It's almost like the end of the world is coming. "...That's the way it is." I said to her who was sitting across the table while tearing the butter roll bread, "What do you think?"

She was silent for ten seconds, looking into my face. "Sorry, I was thinking about something else just now." "Forget it! It's okay." So I put the bread that tasted like an unkind accountant into my mouth. There really isn't a better place to stay than an off-season retreat.When you're there, it seems like next year's off-season comes with it.
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