Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

He followed Carlia's story with a view from the window of the car, concentrated on two things, and began to recall what had happened in the past.The bus itself is the same shape, interior, and size as the bus where it was originally located. It feels like it came from somewhere in the fuzzy past, and the frustration spreads around somehow.A slightly faded window. It is a type that can be opened and closed and locked. I gently reached out and grabbed the Crescent Lock in an attempt to breathe outside air.I heard a murmur with the windows that couldn't be opened and closed very much, but I slid them with a pounding sound on my arm.The smell of sweet honey irritated my nostrils more than just a little bit.You can see an open cafe where ladies who eat breakfast pour toast into their stomachs while laughing and enjoy life.