The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

It was not until the next morning that Sputnik realized that he had 'failed' in a true sense.

"I did something last night that I couldn't tell people, and last night I had an aligned ring"

It came as usual, my nut gaze is strangely painful.

She alternates between an empty crew as she dreams and Sputnik on the top of the Buddha. And when I turned away just a little bit, I only pointed my gaze at Sputnik,

"... finally determined to consolidate myself"

"No."

Unexpectedly Sputnik shrugged at this unparalleled misunderstanding.

but I don't listen to nuts.

"No, there's gonna be a lot of differences in age, but if you're going to change your mind, act clean and white, and take care of Crewe for life, I don't think it's bad, do I? It may be cliché as a word, but, you know, you often say," If I had love, "

"That's why you said no."

Shake your left hand to get rid of it. Sputnik's pinky silver reflected and scattered the sunlight as it plunged through the window.

Speaking of Crewe, he looks at the ring with his left hand up on the ceiling about every three minutes. Because it's a jewelry store, you'll be familiar with ornaments and such, but it's not something that can be so severed when it becomes your own.

Occasionally, hah, and as I opened my eyes to my surprise, I rushed out of my apron pocket to remove the cloth and start polishing the ring. Although I did say that silver products should be taken care of regularly because they discolor, no one has told me to polish them for five minutes. Although I appreciate it as an artisan that you like it.

"If you're chilling, go home. We are peace itself."

"Well said.... do you have a chance?

The second half of the words were spoken in a slightly lower voice. But Sputnik pretended not to notice her change,

"Leave it to me."

Make him laugh as he turns the pen he grips at his fingertips.

Nat said, as a surprise, alas.

"I'm not confident."

"Our chamber of commerce has all the talent."

"But I've heard that 'When I get back, I'll get married' by people heading to the battlefield isn't good luck."

"Don't be ominous. And then I'll still sing bachelor."

To enter the graveyard of my life, I haven't played enough.

So I didn't address that topic any further and looked up at the wall clock.

"That witch wizard will be here in a while. And we talked a little bit... ah, yeah. I decided to give Ku some free time."

"To Crewe?

The nuts look back at Crewe. Sputnik looks at you when he is followed, but she looks as comfortable as she dreams when she talks about it. Speaking of which, I was accounting earlier, but I don't know if I was making a mistake about the change - such worries have crept up, and Sputnik called her nickname.

"Coo."

"... Ah, uh, yes"

And, finally, the focus was back on my eyes. After turning this way in a hurry, but you don't know what you're talking about, tilting your little nook with a loving laugh on your face,

"Um, uh, yes. It's a beautiful day."

"Who's talking about the weather? I'm talking about giving you some time this afternoon. That's what happened in last night's discussion, huh?

Say it, make eye contact.

Then on her face, on her shoulders, she put her strength in. Shake your head big and vertical,

"Yes. Me, that, that's dangerous, so I'm going home. Uh, to the cucumber?

"... vegetables?

"Local."

I'll put in a correction.

"Oh, yeah. The wizard is dangerous, so, uh, hey. I'll be home."

And, the nut had a disgusting look, like a pinch of something in his back teeth. Besides, Krew, who says so, does not gaze at each other, but moves his hands together busily in front of his chest. Obviously suspicious behavior.

Still, the nuts didn't pursue it any further. Did you learn to blame your conscience for blaming her, or did you have something else to think about?

The nut sighed as if it were an affair when she stared at Sputnik, scratching her temples lightly.

"... ma, fine. It's time for me to go."

"Oh, go, go, go. Go. And don't ever come back."

And I was stared at again.

Say something, but stop. When she turned her back on Sputnik, she left only "Come if anything happens" and left the store.

A perfectly righteous petitioner is an unattractive creature. Sputnik laughs without a voice when he comes up with such a joke. So quietly, laughing until he felt comfortable, he stood in the chair to 'free' to Krew, who had finally begun to look at his hands again.

A police officer leaves, gives his employees time, closes the store. It didn't take as long for Ilaja to visit the store where only Sputnik was left.

It's time and the entrance door hung with 'closed' moves, accompanied by a relatively adult doorbell. Looking at it, Ilaja gave her neck out to be afraid. Today she matches a white tweed jacket with a knee-length flared skirt. I confront the magic girl, so I dress up as a wizard perfectly - I was a little surprised because I thought I was going to wear that robe, but maybe that's a consideration for Sputnik, who doesn't think the wizard well. I didn't even want to hear it, so I don't know the truth.

Are you feeling well enough?

"Yes, thanks to you."

Sputnik didn't know if that was true. It's about this girlfriend, even if she crawled where she had a high fever, she would have come.

Still recommending the sofa for reception to her as she thanked her today with some nervous eyes, Sputnik sat down on the counter chair.

Reach out and take out the ashtray and phosphorus inches hidden in the shadows and one small box containing a rolled cigarette. I refrain from using it when I have customers, but as it stands, no one complains where I smoked. I shook the box gently with that in mind - though.

"Yeah?"

Ilaja tilted her neck in response to an astonishing Sputnik voice.

"What's wrong?"

"No. There's a cigarette..."

No matter how much you shake, nothing ever comes out of the mouth of the box. I just refilled it during this time, I guess I've never hung it up again. A peek at the box's exit with one eye revealed that something like paper was pushed inside. I wonder what.

Stick your finger in and take out the paper. Spread it, read the letters written on it, and Sputnik held his head unexpectedly.

"... Got hit"

I get his grunt, and Iraja's complexion changes all the time. But he frowned, not because of her worrying. Slowly big, I shook my arm and showed it to him.

"No.... I didn't think it would work."

I get up off the couch, and I walk over here with a strange look on my face to Ilaja, and I give him a piece of paper. There was only one word on that.

"It's not so good."

I don't have the writer's signature, but I can tell by the handwriting. They were going to hide it well, but when was they going to notice?

Seeing Sputnik sighing deeply, Ilaja's expression unraveled softly.

"You're close."

"I wonder. She's a very accommodating, poorly understood daughter."

Sputnik gave up and returned the set to its original location again.

Soon, we'll have to think of some new stash. Answering with that in mind, Ilaja tilted her neck wonderfully.

"You won't be old enough to say daughter"

"You're too far away to say your sister."

Put your arms and feet together and lean against your back. At the tip of his slightly upward gaze, he found one gleaming with chirality near the ceiling, and Sputnik rubbed his eyes. Yarn scraps, tired eyes, or flying mosquitoes again?

"Either way, that's just your kid. So..."

I hoped that it would be any if I wished, but unfortunately it didn't seem to be either. Yura, yura, yura, they fall into the void, shaking as if to tease what they see.

A wall clock rings an orgol announcing noon.

Listening to it on the edge of consciousness while Sputnik groans blurrily.

"- You don't want to do it to my wife yet."

Eventually the light falls, swells and shapes one shadow.