Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Is the air clean in the bus or is it pleasant to breathe? It seems to have a phytonchid effect somewhere. It is strange to think such a thing in a city like this. I sit back in my chair and anticipate the future. Treat your freely chosen route as if it were a cowardice and go to your destination. I felt like I laughed at the window and I saw it twice.

I want to fix it. What happens next. Previously. Where do you float from? If you think about what happened today, it's possible that a killer might show up and get killed. I wonder if my behavior will change anything.