Mr. Machi is my best friend.

I work in Shibuya Machi, Tokyo.

The population of this town is rapidly increasing.

His goal was truly a miracle play.

The peddler used to come to our village every week to sell his goods.

He developed new software to systematize information.

Everyone clapped to cheer for his success.

He makes a living as an artist.

He lied to save face, rather than admitting his mistake.

He shouted at me in anger.