Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"This is rude. I can't see much with the short-sighted. What I want is glasses."

I straddled my bike, ignoring my strange Uncle Turban, to move on for now. Let's get you back to your old world. Oh, I'm busy. It's a heartless hope. There is no guarantee that I can go home. I fail if I feel good. When the pedal is grabbed, the electric bike progresses quickly. A nagging nose. Hay fever. It's the stirrups that crumble. I want to eat a fancy meal. It's just a sheer bike ride off the asphalt path. My buddies follow me and fly and spin and home.