Villainess's Sweet Everyday

Shh. Pedals regularly play your voice like a wooden harp. Huh, dull. Hot. Looking up, like a god in heaven, a square cooler for business is throwing out a go and a cold air. It's supposed to be cool, but I feel burned with too much exercise.

"Hot protein, Mr. Maricana, please"

I can see that the bottle offered is soggy just by touching it. I can't drink like this. Maelia flips the chops backstep. I'll do it. The woods of appliances and their companions snort into training in one room.