Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The car passes through. Some cars bent over, deploring people's ability to act. I wonder where you're going. I don't know if that car feels like a malfunction, but it makes a noise. I feel like it just doesn't make sense to drive around. It's like challenging a meaningless battle against a barrier called a library.

The motorcycle leaves with a splash. Leather Jean, it's been a while since I've seen you. Maybe a motorcycle will get you there soon. That's what I thought, but I don't have a license. It's not like you can acquire skilled driving skills in one day and manipulate them freely.