Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Let's start over. The business cooler stopped sharply while I said I would. I wonder if this means a heat attack. They're putting more and more pressure on me. I have to pose the same and try to bring peace to my heart. Looks like the door to Jim's entrance and exit opened with a powerful gutter. He opened his eyes reflexively and said, "It's a redo." Try again. Maricana without giving up, yes, what a discourse to give up. I'll aim for a sensible, dark leap. I hear piano melodies from speakers in the gym and they play weird noises where they never work well. Disharmonious? Dan, dan, dan. What a rambling rhythm. The pitch is twisting. I want to open my eyes. It'll be a redo, but I'm overwhelmed with outrage. I can't help it. The resistance of my heart. Wahaha and laughter cling from the surroundings. Who could it be at a time like this? But I'm about to open my eyes. It must be a trap when you degrade the will of the other person. We need to head over to patience. In this dark world.