Life, Once Again!

“Uh, I'll be there in a minute. ”

- Don't be late.

“Yes, I understand. ”

- After the kiss is over.

“Mom!"

Your face is burning. The floor is staring at you. I was about to hang up, but my mom asked me to change the floor. I was hesitating because I was worried something strange might come out of my mom's mouth.

“Mother, I'll enjoy the ribs. ”

The floor made me feel good. I hated the look of it.

“Take it.”

“Huh?"

“Mom wants me to change it. ”

“ ……. ”

His expressions, which had never been relaxed, stiffened. Ohora, I asked you to hurry up and accept my accusation. The floor took a godly pose and a cell phone with both hands.

“Yes, Mother. The floor.”

I was sitting on the floor with my legs extended, but I was kneeling from the moment I got my phone. It was refreshing to be restless. I was glad to see something interesting. Throughout the conversation, the floor twitches and twitches its toes. She laughs alongside you openly.

“Yes, I'll see you later. I'll hang up then.”

As if he had taken a grave test, he sighed deeply and fell to the ground.

“Have one phone call. ”

I pressed my knuckles against the crown of the fallen floor. The floor twists like a robot with a power switch.

“You're still a mother. ”

“Still?”

“…… there is such a thing. ”

She opens her eyes to the blurry floor.

“You know, sometimes you talk crazy, right? ”

“Did you?”

“Huh."

“Then I'll have to keep my mouth shut from now on. ”

“I'm a good talker. ”

A crooked floor sits in front of a low table made of glass in the living room and cradles its chin on top. Your eyes look quite tired. Then, I looked a little tired when I was making food.

“Are you having a hard time? ”

“Huh?"

It was a floor rolling its eyes like what I meant. Normally, I'd say, "No.” You will answer or play a joke backwards, but today's beating will be late like a person who is fascinated.

“Why are you talking to your mom? ”

“No, it's not like that. The phone call with your mother, well, it takes a lot of mental energy, but it doesn't tire you out. ”

“Then what is it? I came to play, but I don't want to feel sorry for you because you don't look so energetic. I think I'm interrupting a break. ”

“Disturbing. Glad you could make it. ”

It was a floor scraping the head and erecting the upper body. There seems to be something bothering you. She smiled, but her intuition tells me that's a fake smile.

“What's going on? ”

“Nothing happened. I'm just a little tired from the holidays. There's nothing for you to worry about. ”

It was a floor that cuts lines. She hated that attitude. I'm tired, but I feel like I'm not getting credit for saying it's okay. You don't think I'm that bad?

I squeezed my lips out and watched the floor diligently. After smiling and avoiding my eyes, I finally raised my hands.

“I was just having a little trouble thinking about it. There's nothing else. Everything's okay.”

“What are you thinking? ”

“Stuff.”

“I mean, what is all this? ”

I scratch my eyebrows like the floor is embarrassing. It goes up and down, and it flinches several times, meaning that it is difficult.

What a hesitant floor to speak clearly all the time. Suddenly, I was scared. I know I said it was nothing, but is there really a big problem?

It was then that the floor opened its mouth, hesitating for a long time.

“I've been thinking. About people who are involved with me, about what's going to happen. ”

It was a floor that emphasized that it was really nothing. It didn't look like a lie, so she swept off her chest.

“What's really going on? ”

“I swear.”

“Then that's it. I thought we had a real problem again. ”

“I won't hide it if I need to talk to you. ”

It may sound strange, but I feel relieved when I use the floor. Probably because of that serious look in his eyes.

“After all, the confused look on your face was because you were worried about the future? ”

“A little more complicated, but less conspicuous. ”

“Phew. Aren't you a little old to be worrying about that? ”

“So I told you it's no big deal. I was in a hospital bed, numb, and I had a delusional breakdown. ”

“Delusional?”

“Why? Do you want to hear it? It's very sexy.”

The floor is approaching with a gross smile. She tries to slap the floor's milk with her bare hands. Yalman quickly withdraws his body and avoids his hands. I remembered that Sazam Floor had never welcomed me.

“Hey."

“Why?”

“Give me one. ”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden? ”

“You just avoid it every time. My hands aren't that slow. ”

“Violence is bad, miss. ”

“Is that so?"

I see a slight gap. She quickly tries to prick the floor's cheek with her fingers. This is a joke that the floor used to do. But this time, my fingers only split the air.

“... I am secretly insulted by battle. ”

“Don't be insulted by this. ”

“No, you're mad at me for not being able to play with me every day. ”

“That's enough with a smile. ”

“Let me stab you once. ”

“No.”

“Why.”

“Just.”

I wanted to get angry. You set up your index finger and attacked the floor's cheek. One touch like this, and I kept poking it hard enough, but I never got hit. A flooring that enjoys avoiding the slightest number of missing fingers. I started out as a joke, but now I have a comeback.

“Hold still. I'm only going to press it once. ”

“Were you such a slut? ”

The floor covers your chest with your arms crossed to x. My face went up in flames. At the same time, I felt tired of thinking that I was teased again. Yeah, let's do this. I got up and jumped the floor. I knew this would be avoided because the floor was moving fast anyway.

By the way, it's a floor that supports her with arms outstretched as if she was waiting to blow away. Each other's bodies are lightly stacked, and she tries to back away in horror, but the center of gravity is already tilted toward the floor.

The floor sat behind the shabby dance. She grabs the shoulder of the floor with her bare hands and barely makes it through. As I lay almost diagonally, my body slowly touched the ground from my knee.

She looks at the face of the floor smiling maliciously, and at the shoulder on which her hands are raised, last of all looking down at the side of her pelvis where her hands are touching the floor.

“You, you, you. ”

“What a light thing to say. Put on some weight. ”

I can feel the strength in the hands on the floor touching between my waist and my pelvis. What are you doing? The floor is lying back, as soon as I think about it.

“Whoops!”

I could barely remember what my dad used to do when I was a kid. She quickly grabs the shoulder of the floor firmly so that her torso doesn't sag toward the floor.

“I have to stand on my feet, but I don't think that's a good idea. ”

“Hey!"

“It's hard to do this secretly. ”

“Fuck!”

You take one hand off your shoulder and twist the ball of the floor tightly. As if the floor was waiting for you, "Oops.” I loosened my hands, saying nonsense. The body, which was exactly one arm's length apart, was too close for a fist to enter.

She can't talk. In front of his nose was the face of the floor with a big smile. I wanted to ask what you were doing, but at the same time, I remembered the pork chops and miso stew I had eaten earlier.

The situation is neither like this nor like that. What she chose…….

There was a cheerful sound. She gave me a cool beating. But something else happened. It means that the floor didn't push its body sideways, but hugged it forcefully.

I touched my chest and chest. The ball and the ball touched. What you see in front of you is the floor of a wooden crest. I can only see the side of the floor with a slight glance to the side.

It was like the sound of the body was being transmitted through the touching body. I feel like my heart is beating, my breath is beating, and furthermore, my eyelids are touching, and I feel like I'm moving my whole body through my ears.

“Wait... I'll just stay like this for a while. ”

It was a one-way tip.You won't be able to stay. What should we do in this case? Should I be angry? What are you doing?

After much thought, what she did was to gently raise her left hand and stroke the head of the floor. Today's floor looks unsettled. Speaking. Actions. I think I suffered from a more profound, systematic and practical problem, not just abstract thoughts about the future.

I felt sad, pitiful, and compassionate, so I just wanted to give him a pat on the back. She couldn't understand why it was happening, but she just wanted to do it. Why does it feel like I was comforted by this person in an unknown place on a day that I couldn't build?

“One drink.”

“Huh?"

“I have a favorite movie. ”

“What?”

“A society of dead poets. ”

“Captain, oh my Captain. ”

I burst into laughter. It was funny to see him take it seriously. The sound of the floor hovers in your ears like a small breeze blowing from the forest.

“My favorite word is carpeting. ”

“Carphediem.”

“I honestly don't know what you're worried about, or what you're worried about. But I can see it's not that simple. But...... if you've spent the day worrying about tomorrow that hasn't come yet, that might be a bit of a waste. ”

When you talk to the floor, you can bring out your feelings without rejection. She closes her mouth and slowly pushes the floor up.

Lie on the floor and stare straight at yourself.

“Do you know why I like you? ”

Suddenly, she tilts her head.

“What?”

“Because you read me. Amazingly detailed. ”

The floor's hands are getting higher and higher. His hand slowly wrapped around his neck. As soon as I felt the hand on the floor was hot, my head slowly lowered. The floor empowered me. It was clear that the distance between the lips and the lips was reduced.

She decided to give up the resistance today because of him grinning. No, let's just say the floor is too strong.

Hair spilled out makes the floor look dizzy. Like a small spring of water rising between the dizzy vines, she carefully walked towards the floor's lips.

And...

Beep, beep, the door slams open with a sound.

“... Bam. ”

You shout very loudly, as if the sea were ridiculous.

She wanted to cry.

No, I don't.

I wanted to faint.

* * *

“Ha.”

“It's okay. I'll tell the sea. ”

“What?”

“We're getting married. ”

“... I'm crazy, I'm crazy. ”

She was walking on the bus. The floor waves forcefully toward her. I couldn't be more refreshed. She looks pretty depressed, though.

When I returned home, the sea opened its eyes and began to ask questions. Nowadays, kids say it's fast, but I didn't even think my younger brother would fall in love. The excuse didn't work, and in the end, "Well done.” I also heard the encouragement.

“I'll keep it a secret from you. I owe my brother things. ”

“That's very kind of you. ”

“Ah, I want to make a boyfriend too. ”

“Go have fun at the university. ”

“You're in high school. ”

“ ……. ”

I have nothing to say.

“Oh, right. Brother.”

“Huh?"

“You had that brother the other day. ”

“Who.”

“The heretic next door brother. ”

“In any way?”

“Huh!"

His eyes were not suspicious. Flooring quickly left before the horse came out of his brother's mouth. I went into the room, closed the door, and locked it.

“Hey! One drink! ”

He shouts outside the door. The floor blocked my ears. I had a very bad feeling. He is handsome and has the power to save his brother. The sea is a style that doesn't like to be divided and likes to challenge things.

When you combine them well, you get results you don't even want to think about.

“Hey!"

I get a personality.If I call you "brother" all the time, I get "yay." I want to establish my brother's authority, but I will endure it for today because I need to talk to him inevitably.

“Go to college! ”

“Lost!”

“I'm getting old! Do you understand now?”

“You know what I'm talking about! ”

I grabbed the door hook and threw Beat into the duvet, ignoring his brother. It was a floor that promised to go to school together at dawn tomorrow.

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Strangely, there was no writing at home, so I came to the PC room.

I switched seats, so it's written.

One of you is eating egg noodles next to you.

Oh, wow.

This is torture.

Relax, it's torture.

I want to eat it, but I can't eat it if I look at my stomach.

Oh, my God.

Torture.

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