Yoga class softened, blasted housewives dressed like my razor.

My wife, who recently said that her shoulders hurt somehow, was introduced to a young man called Yokoyama on the upper floor of the condominium and decided to take yoga lessons once a week. I was laughing when I saw my wife doing something fun because she was feeling better thanks to it, but one day I tried on a newly purchased Leotard for lessons and said, "It's a lesson tomorrow ..." I felt somewhat anxious when I saw my wife who had been processing flea hair with her hand mirror in one hand.