Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Wind blowing. Wind leaving. Monkeys are rolling. Hallucinations. I become a pathetic little animal that gets flirted with and ravaged on an unintelligible day. Could this be a sign of the onset of the disease? Oh, you should think I'm happy being pinched by a friend.

Take steps. Just, just. My legs dance. Everyone dances when they're followed. The female students who were in the front, including tap dancing, are cleverly banging their feet. Nice thrusting rhythm.

Get up to the car in the driveway and waltz. Yes, one, two. We're flamenco too. Move your body back, forth, left and right, merciless dance.

"Shivering"

Seems like lack of exercise. Lack of ability.