Second, look at the side of the road. The red one reflected and glowed the sunlight. Stand your bike up on the stand and watch it with cancer. I thought it was a red colored stone. If you look closely, it looks like Ruby. I reach out and pull. Shouldn't you not touch it? There could be some kind of curse. Besides, I can't find anything like that to deliver to alternation. Cut ruby illuminates bright red to seduce. Excuse me, I heard a voice. But there's no one around. It's me, it's Ruby, and the gems let the words go. Why, I want you to take me to the lake, and... I went on tour, but I gave my permission. I picked it up and put it in my bike basket. Why, to the lake? I still have my doubts, but let's try to be good now.