Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

It's still good. Opening your eyes is. Doddle. Doddle. Doddle. Doddle. What, what, now! Dodododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododo I've come to position myself in such a way that my choices are likely to be dictated by my tough desire to open my eyes. Doddle, doddle, doddle. Doddle, doddle, doddle. I'm scared. Afride. It sounds like you might get hurt if you bump into it. You're in a state of darkness, even more so. I wonder if you could get into the epilogue by the end of it. Strong footsteps continue afterwards. Doddle, doddle, doddle. Doddle, doddle, doddle. Bovine or bison? Kaba? That animal name crossed the back of my brain. I can't help but dispel the anxiety that comes from it seems like a challenge. My leg hurts. I am about to use it.