Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I take my smartphone out of my pocket. TEL on the number of Mr. Calcirust. But not yet, not yet, not yet. I wonder if they disgust me. Well, I just had to be there. I cursed my hulishness. I gently put my smartphone in the back of my pocket and I started walking alone. Let's go to the library. Besides, I don't know how much it's worth, but I can't help but stick to it, because it makes me feel so tired. I'm surprised at the triviality, how cowardly you are. To the library.

Leaving the bench and walking away sideways as the kids play. My grandfather is walking desperately as he pokes his wand. She talks a lot about how a decent woman came across her neighbor's aunt trying to lower her cashier's bag and follow her home. We're all in trouble.