Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I walk over to my electric bike, turning my heel and stepping on the green damp weed. Sue came winged and the momentum put a kick in the door with both legs. The door is partly shattered by the sound of cancer, from which the liquid, like red blood, drips slowly. The door turned to the rear and was patterned. After all, was it a monster? Doubts arose in his brain as he sat back on the saddle, paying for his blonde hair by hand. Sue laughed ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah Do you want some? The brown left and right wings make a sound of air. I heard Sue and I sleep. The source was Ruby the bicycle basket. Just a nap. A sign stands. That the road on your right is a lake. I'm a little concerned about the graffiti on the sign that says "Say it."