Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I hear a leaf of wood. It's like being stuck with a claw twig somewhere. Side forward the passing vehicle in the tunnel. What causality, disgust looms like the eyes of a net at our indigestible and impeccable selves who cannot pass the day today.

The sense of dynamism is lost, thirsty for tomorrow, devoured and devoured by a glimmer of weeping loneliness, he steps into a carefree danger to his own self. Even if you ask for answers, you'll just be inadvertently neglected.

"Mr. Maricana, you look strange."

Oh, they spotted me. Does it feel so pathetic to be nursed?