Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

stone, asphalt roads, leaves, tins, eels, butterflies, vending machines, abandoned bicycles. There are many things that go into the eye that don't make people feel signs. I feel like I'm in the neighborhood. Pedals were scraped through, muscle aches were passed through, the gaze of the sky was watched, and the dignity of the right to life was stigmatized by the meaning of the observance of living.

On the T-shaped road to the left, he took the curve along the road, from where he went straight ahead and spotted Mr. Mayria. He got off his bike and was lying on the asphalt road in big letters. Looks exhausting. It's Danger who gets close. You don't know what the ruse is, do you?