Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"Doesn't being by Mr. Maricana, the righteousness of evil, mean suffering disaster every second and equals?

So, am I the devil, or how much do I care if I say it to the spill? Could you refrain from making any more drastic remarks?

We're still going for the library without giving up. Far away, far away. How sweet our thoughts at the beginning were.

"Mr. Maricana, are you eating squirrels? Is that true?"

I was mucky. My cheeks swell.

"That can't be true. I 'm-"