The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

"Not at all."

of white light, since even a grain disappeared.

Trying to get him on a long vomited sigh, Sputnik said he was pompous.

- Totally. Whether that shudderness was to an employee who sleeps like an abalone without even knowing in people's minds, or to a divine pervert, it was also weighed by Sputnik, but it was actually good for both. So I guess it was more of an emotion for both than one. In conclusion, it fell very lightly.

Align and overlap the booklets you receive and the books for Crewe, and do your gaze across the bed, on the unwavering curtains. Well, how long will you be able to sleep until morning? There was still going to be quite a bit of time before nightfall, but I don't know the exact time.

Just checking the clock was also a hundred million hijacks. Keep your hands in captivity. Roll them over to the empty part of the bed. Because I felt the shake, Crewe whined about something that, heh, didn't make sense.

Sleeping voices leaked one aberration. In seeping vision, several faces float and disappear. To the illusion, Sputnik poisoned Blur.

"Always this guy, do what you want."

The doghouse skips "marriage is a good thing" to herself, who has no other opponent, and the Chamber of Commerce girlfriend rushes herself to "come and report quickly," telling herself that pervert is just a human being to "watch out for the wizard".

And extreme, this idiot.

I am lost, confused, and troubled when I go through my thoughts on my own, for the sake of a child who knows nothing, who cannot solve anything on his own. If you unconsciously pull a lot of trouble, let this one run with that or this.

- But.

Whatever, push her cheeks with your fingers to sleep. Whether the dream had an interesting development, Mmm-hmm. The laughing crew followed me and gave me a grin.

I have no choice. This was originally such a child. A timid child who is frightened, afraid, unable to stand alone or go anywhere with everything he sees. I decided to keep it, and it wasn't myself who made the 'promise'.

The example customer criticized himself as an 'overprotective boyfriend'. Love is too much to say, however.

In his head hit by a sleeper, Sputnik thinks.

Looking at my words, my actions, and my current situation,

"Well,... not at all"

I felt terribly apt to call him an overprotective father, and he smiled small.