When he opened his eyes, he found that he had become an elevator.
Observing the people going up and down in the elevator, I accidentally fell in love with someone.
Short story. Little white text.
The next short story is about personification - the length of a rolling paper
Hope you all like it.
The copy is as follows, I am writing it slowly~:
the length of a roll of paper
I have a roll of paper, yes, it's the kind of rolling paper that comes in a transparent cheap plastic bag with 10 rolls in the supermarket, and a bag sells for around 20 yuan.
My length is my life and has nothing to do with time.
It sounds mighty and domineering, but it usually doesn't last more than a week after being dismantled, and most of the time it ends badly. The dust and debris are still fine, the tears and saliva are acceptable, and the urine and blood stains can be tolerated, but there is still fucking cum and stinky smells!
As the only conscious roll of paper in the entire H supermarket, I smiled sinisterly. Whoever dares to let his anus touch me will have his anus prolapse for the rest of his life.
Conception: