The summer when I was unemployed and returned to my hometown was like a dream of gas poisoning.
I met that thin woman at the temple fair. The deformed legs and white four-piece suit made me smell the unspeakable aura on her body.
After that summer, there was only an unloved lemon-flavored popsicle left in the freezer of the convenience store.
Is her happiness because of me?
Super short be, not abusive ~
Purpose: Looking for stories
