Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Kikokiko. Rub your bike and continue between trees with lush young leaves. The wind shook me and sounded sarcastic, and, no, I also looked like a child waving my head. The wheels support my weight and I look up at my easy-going look with a change of heart. I came to a district with scattered pebbles. He stands up like a football defenseman. The pebbles are looking up to me and I have a bad sense of awesomeness like they are hostile. The steering wheel, it stomps, it rocks with guts, the bike trembles, and it's uncomfortable riding to pursue driving responsibilities. Hiya, and it looks like Ruby woke up. An ominous cold wind stroked us as if I understood my anxiety as I proceeded with concern for the ground.