Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

White cobblestones continue to have permanent days. A building in front of spirited contemporary architecture where the wind blows. Or something that comes out of contradiction and says house, something that keeps you there. Does this guy have any intentions that will inspire the architect's brain marrow?

A three-story house with red walls stretching to heaven. I wonder what will happen if I take the time to do this. We're just walking. How pointless. After all, it didn't make sense today.

"What are you bumping into, Mr. Maricana?"

"A wiretap?"

The loathing pops up and the sorry and self-reflective minds tie me up like a bandage. Being burned by a flame of jealousy involves the pain of being cut.