Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I've been reminded that squat is like a pathetic task of empty motion. Just bend and stretch your knees. But stopping here may tend to confirm the weathering of the flesh sooner or later. I'm stunned today. I don't think I deserve it very much, or I feel very faint. I groan that I don't want to let go of my connected hands, the same thing that I repeat all the time. I must have looked unfloated and reached a re-recognition of my identity.

"Maricana, you're up to speed. Boost your tempo."

"Ha."

"Oh, that, are you tired?

Dear Calcirust, who surprisingly narrows his eyes to me descending like a camel with his neck. I feel like I have a knife on my neck that says I won't let the demon get away with it anymore.