Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I bump my stretched leg off the bench. As if that would find a solution. As if that would allow us to shift distressing percentages to decreasing trends. Anything is possible. Of course, at first glance, the unintelligible answerer sometimes invites unusual endings. Of course...

I leaned my neck and watched quietly the children playing football. Oh, that kid's lifting isn't delicious. I've done it about a hundred times on the back of my leg.

Soccer... Sounds fun. Well, I've played before. You can be comfortable. I don't know if you want me to. The ball kicked in the back of his leg and danced hollow high. Grow and stretch. I mean, how far does it fly? I can't see anymore. Looks like you went all the way to the stratosphere. That's crazy! Whatever it takes.