It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

After that, do you want to bake it now! And I was very upset by the solitaire where he said, although I was distracted from talking.

'Cause he was really right, and that was something I hadn't even noticed.

I may not be able to afford it. But I was other personnel anyway.

I thought like any other HR for fear of hurting myself and pretended to be kind. I pretended to take it.

Maybe that hurts someone.

I was desperate to protect myself.

That probably hasn't changed yet.

If so, who does he refer to as the shitty kid and the guy who mumbled, Claude, as Tracy is different (though the story is different if Vance is actually magnificent), if it's in this mansion, is it Torneo or Marie?

What I need you to know, in vance, to try to know.

So I honestly don't know about Torneo, but I'm not involved in the first place, if so, Marie?

I think I know enough about Marie and I want to know.

I talked to her every day, like my pretty sister, and she still spoke a little bit to each other.

Besides, he also said to one another something similar to me.

Is there such a person close to me between similar things?

Or, you mean Lichten? Could it be, Master El?

No, no, I wonder what connection there is between Master Elle and Vance.

I don't know if it's Lichten if it's possible, but I want to know what I love about my lovely Lichten and I think I'm trying to know.

It's been a period of disobedience lately, so much so that they won't let me near them and make me sad when they treat me with evil.

More importantly, I have been with you since I was 5 years old, and I don't want to be told by a slightly patterned vance for just two years.

So, you're not talking about Lichten?

So, who the hell are you talking about?

"Ma'am, if there's anything you want to know, you can ask your boy.

Wouldn't he already know a lot about it? "

You've grown fed up with me worrying about the pie that went into the firing. Vance said that in a bitter mix.

To Liechten?

Are you still talking about Lichten?

What does that child know?

Stuffed and troubled, I was gently kicked out of the cooking room by the usual van that seemed tedious.

Marie ran into the cooking room with an odd noise afterwards, but all I saw was a blur and sideways look at it.

I can't wait to do something about it.

I don't feel like something serious is hidden from the words that contain the exact things to say.

I wonder what I see and pretend not to see.

I wonder what I have to know.