5%. She was in a bit of a quandary with these facts because it put her at odds with her human controller.Quickly, Doris wheeled in a wide slow circle ...bove the slow moving truck. She knew her presence was unknown because of the height of her flight and the fact her tiny motor was muffled.After a long period of indecision, Doris decided it was time to activate her weapon system. She knew that the moment she did that simple activation procedure, an alarm bell would go off in the control bunker. Even though now it's clearly apparent that this wasn't the case, you emphasize that you still don't regret the choices you've made.**Ms. Haruna seems taken aback for a bit, then gradually raises an eyebrow.*“...Is that right Yuuta -kun...”*She pauses another moment, as if internally deliberating with herself.*“Well If that’s the case... I suppose it’s somewhat understandable...”*Her quick acceptance surprises you. This isn’t going how you expected at all! You breathe a small sigh of relief to. I noticed Mr. Walsh look at my soft baby-maker as he walked closer to me. Pretending not to notice I continued rinsing off.Mr. Walsh’s eye come up and looked me in the eyes.“Are you allowed to have that tattoo on your chest showing with your singlet on?” Mr. Walsh yelled.“Yes, sir. I always have it showing. I can’t hide it!” I replied.“Man, times did change. Young boys shouldn’t have a tattoo in high school.” Mr. Walsh said.I was 18 and about to graduate. I just ignored his remark and continued. ”There was no water running at this house, either inside or outside. There were several dried turds in the toilet but the smell, while bad, wasn’t as strong as they would have guessed. They concluded that these turds had been deposited some time ago and that the smell had mostly worn off. But with the cigarette butts and beer cans and unflushed turds, it was obvious they were not the first to stay the night here in an unofficial way. This meant that homeless adults could well drop in again and.