Villainess's Sweet Everyday

Chip, chip, chip. What's that noise? You can hear it from your feet, it's like a clock second hand moving. Chip, chip, chip. That's kind of bothering me, putting on the brakes, bike stops. Stand up on the stand, get down, check. Digital numbers are displayed from the device while the bike is being corrected. In about five minutes. Well, don't worry about it. No, no, it's tough if it explodes. Something that could be a sage called dynamite. I'm worried about what I'm going to do, I'm going to stay on the asphalt road, and I'm going to watch the weed, and I'm going to discover a round of tampons, and that's blowing in the wind and scattering petals.