Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I looked up at the cedar tree and forgot to look for the ring. I stare at asphalt as bad as my eyes are going to get. Walk. Stare. When I say boredom repeating one pattern of behavior...... When there was a gushing noise and I looked to my left hand, the slightly different fruit, like palm fruit, was falling and cracking. If it hits my head, it looks tough. I make it a little bit more than the middle of the road and keep going forward with my electric bike on. It sounds gobbly and thunderous. Wonder it's going to be sunny. Looking up in the sky, Sue was clawing a bird-shaped monster with a hollow, distorted face. I didn't know you were battling. Oh, I stuck it. It burned in my eyes like a heterogeneous scene on a landscaped forest road.