Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

What are you doing? and Ruby asked questions from inside the basket as she rolled. I took a laugh at that with a funny return.

It is strange that the paved roads are neither after nor damaged by who built them to such depths for what, nor by the stubborn wheels that are not very much in service. I raised my face and took the blue monochrome above, as an element of positive thinking, and I broke my face.

One with the gizzards around the leaves is dancing like an irregular mosquito flying around here. That was the height of my gaze, aiming, cutting the wind and flying in, but I remembered the unnaturalness and cut the bicycle handle.

Shh. Shh.