I lowered my gaze. There is no yawning. An emotion that I take for granted.

I put up with my teeth wanting to walk away from me.

I'm weak...... I wonder why I'm so depressed.

I wish I could give him a whiff. It's just an aunt, they are.

It's a mess. I can feel the complex. Everyone will feel bad about me like that.

You're no different than a loser. Still a courtesan?

Maybe I should double it and give it back to you if they do.

No pride? How proud are you? I'm already pissed off at myself.

I inhaled my breath heavily. And spit it out in abundance.

Um, maybe a little refreshed.