Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Feeling the shaking of the bus, I grind the produced bread, melt my tongue with sweetness, and consider my next hand. It doesn't hold tight. No matter where you go, it won't be an embarrassing shift, it's just a suspicion. The world seems to be fascinated. I can't afford to soothe my irritability.

I felt relaxed and stretched my spine as I was carried away by the sharp instruments of civilization, wondering what it meant to live in the face of ugliness. It is difficult to solve the difficulty, but with the help of many people, the difficulty is no longer impressive. In addition, the momentum of the vehicle decays, stops at the bus stop, sounds a push and opens the landing door. Passengers who get off to be vomited, passengers who progress against it and are not swallowed by a creature called a bus.