Widow Pellets Teaser

Ep 145s

...There are three suns in the sky. I can still tell which sun is shining for me. Not for himself. Not for others. I can distinguish. Step slowly. My ears are listening. My pair of neutrals are like seeing the deepest sea, no one can see my heart....

..._Ade_'s chat...

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Ade blinked his eyes. In an instant he had returned to his apartment room. He dropped himself on the bed.

"God!" Ade sighed, and slept on his back. He lifted the eagle feather he was holding into the air. He highlighted sharply, and the tip of his lips rose one later.

"S-049, I can't help you. You just came to protect your food. Maybe you can lie to everyone. But I will not be fooled!"

Ade recalled the comparison of S-049 and S-096, "Will there be another bad boy la-la-la-la. Even though they look different. However, they are still the arrangement of vowels. A-I-U-E-O! Loudly sounds. His voice and howl are true and courageous!"

Ade blinked his eyes. Not long after the feather of the eagle turned into a golden arrow.

"Twin but different. Twins but fake."

Ade shot a golden arrow into the air. Then, the golden arrow disappeared and appeared in the white sky with a dominant blue gradation. Then, the feathers shoot back at the owner. The descending eagle swooped down, falling slowly kissing the earth.

"You should fall. So you know your powers are limited. Live only once. Use it to protect the right people! Not to be a bulwark protecting the faults of others! No need to protect myself. Because I'm so strong for myself."

The eagle took the golden arrow that shot its wings, and it changed its shape back to a bird-headed human figure, and it howled giving an echoing message to the pink room.

Falling from the sky. Painful. However, when the wound was healed. The eagle can fly again and again. Eagles will never forget how to flap their wings as high as possible. Eagles know how to fly!

Ade chuckled and muttered, "Of course. Poultry that cannot fly high are just chickens, penguins, ducks, camels, kiwis, Weka, Kakapo! Never feel sorry for someone who has forgotten his memory. We can be forgotten. We can forgive. We can't attack. However, our kindness will still pierce his heart, if he spits or stabs us from behind, he will regret it! Take care of your own business. "

Ade jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom. He was stunned and startled back with many tadpoles in his bathtub. Hundreds of tadpoles were seen swimming.

"Who sent the baby frog?" Ade wonder. He walked towards the bathtub. Sit down on the side of the bathtub. His left hand he dipped took out some tadpoles in his palm.

"I was born left-handed. One can mention sadists. But I know the rules very well. I would never kill a baby frog.  Try to remember what happened. Able to see with his own eyes. He can hear with his own ears. Able to act because of himself, not the whisper of others. "

"There are eight baby tadpoles in the jar that I call a little angel. So, use the brain carefully, and press the play button, remember what has happened, press the record button, remember well the whisper, the beginning and the scene. Then, lastly, press the stop button, to pause for a moment, to realize yourself, to side with yourself, to struggle in your own way. Not because of anyone else."

Ade smiled at the jar, and reached into the phone. Then, take a photo with a jar of tadpoles. Then, Ade put the jar in the rack arrangement. He turned his gaze to stare at the cell phone screen, "Fat baby family photo. Just the guy in the circle."

Ade stepped out of the bathroom. Then he said to himself, "The world will not buy you. If you never sell yourself."

Ade headed for the kitchen, faced with the kitchen set. Open the refrigerator that let out the cold, take out the potatoes that were in the freezer box, "Why am I so stupid? Put potatoes in the freezer. Do I think potatoes are Anna and Elsa who are resistant to the cold air that freezes the potato meat. Potatoes are not Olaf. Potatoes and Frozen, are so different."

Ade took the potatoes. Boil it. After boiling for so long. In drain. Waiting cold. Then, peel the potato skin. Sliced it very thinly. Gave him potato spice. Not long after, fry in a frying pan.

After the potatoes are placed on the plate. Ade walked to the chair. Turn on telivisi. Then, start tasting one by one slices of potatoes.

Savourless. Very bargain. There is no taste.

Ade muttered to himself, after chewing on the last slice of potato.

"I was able to recognize taste. Now, my tongue can't feel anything. It's strange! That's how I'm. Losing sensitivity. Loss of taste. Sympathetic loss. I'm sorry, if you're here, and disappointed that I look deaf. I look blind. I look cold. Actually, I didn't know it was taste. I didn't know it was a touch. I don't know anything. Stop trying."

Ade closed his eyes. Trying to find her sensibility. There aren't. His tongue is bland. Ade stared at the miniature cat whose hands seemed to be swaying to call him up close.

"I hate dogs. However, like a cat that will never bite me."

"I just have luck. Like the miniature cat keeps following me, and calls me luck."

Ade down walk. Crouching in front of the nightstand. His little hand touched the cat's palm, "Luck cat is real and there. "

Ade sighed. Touching the cat's head, and looking at the cat's eyes, "I'm a person who never owes a debt. The gift and take law applies. There are three suns in the sky. I can still tell which sun is shining for me. Not for himself. Not for others. I can distinguish. Step slowly. My ears are listening. My pair of neutrals looked like the deepest sea, no one could see my heart. I will not be easily fooled. Dear that figure is only in my imagination."

Ade chuckled silly for praising himself.

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