I GHOSTED THE WRONG GUY

nstead of the paved and hard road, I fall into these very

ut of this car which I was suddenly shocked. With the idea that I might penetrate and

akily while staring and still holding the adjacent chairs. "Ah— You're the son of a grasshoppe

d sighed easily for fear that it m

me now. A

lody echoing here in his car, he was talking on the phone. When I finally came to, I qui

sees me but the reason I’m here now

ing me, I peeked at this man. I brought my right hand to his face and there waved. I focused too much so that I wouldn't miss a single reac

dn't lose hope. Duh, I believe so much in th

y to think that I'm already in the middle of tension and I can even get my brain talki

lonely here than with me. I've waved it a f

ww?" my l

ser to this busy person. At this point I'm not really going to wave a

er to his cheek so that I could prick it so that I

me but on a few pest occasions I could not continue to turn around and I fell into

he bottom, where my foot sat on the chair and my whole body wa

ose to the pain. “Your bad luck. Just a grain of rice in between, oh.

ing where it was going. I immediately peeked out the wind

te," I w

I closed the door and even before I could step away there came a guard holding a key who I think noticed the door opening and closing. M

led a mansion. Tsk, tsk. It's

no time going home. It was no longer difficult for me to get inside

the stairs were to the top. And when I found out where it was I ran to go there. I had just climbed more than th

my rejection. I didn’t expect that thing, I was too comp

I will hold you. I will step on you, ”after I talked to him and when I set my

the man was there because maybe later I wouldn't notice, I just slipped i

n," I pointed to the door

n see the things I should see. I looked around this h