04.
๋์ ์์ง์ด๊ณ ์ผ์์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋์ ๊ณ ๋ฆฌ ์ฌ๋ฏธ๊ณ ๋จ์ ํ ๊ฑท๋ ๊ฑธ์๊ฑธ์ด ์ด์ ํ๋ฒ ๋์ฃผ๊ณ ๋ณ๊ณ ๋ฌ์, ํ์ผ์์ด ๋ฐ์ง์ด๋ ๋ ๋ง๋ฅ ๊ธธ์ ํ๋ฒ ๊ฑธ์น๊ณ ๋ฌผ๋ฐฉ์ธ ๋ ์ ๋ฟ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ง ๋์์ก๋ค๊ณ ํ๋โฆ ๋ฌด์ง๊ฐ๊ฐ ์ซ์๋๊ณ ๋น๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ณ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋๋ก๊ณ ์ผ์์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ ๊ณ ๋ฆฌ ์ฌ๋ฏธ์ฐ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ 04. that day the ring did not go on. All day Her thighs were dictated but Not read. the fire. screamed and collapsed gently numbers and digits did not matter because
the opening and closing times wouldnโt coincide LISTEN LOUD silence lacking all the senses that day the ring would not go on no answer. quickly retired, pure and perfect night. And I did not stop
