Ha, what a bad day this is. If this is a dream, I want to wake up with a bucket of water. What an incident to repeat to an endless like this is something that is likely to form from the inside out and protrude outwardly.

"Mr. Maricana, you look like a ghost."

"Do you understand?

I leak a smile to the frightened mailia.

"Something troubling you?

"What's the end of the fish road up on land?

"I don't want to, but so much?

- For now, I'd like to go home and leave you alone and live lazy.