That’s an unchangeable truth. I really hate it.
If I could emerge from the pupa…
If I could change like replacing milk teeth with permanent teeth… How happy would I be.
A middle-aged storekeeper wearing a towel on his forehead and a baseball cap backwards rubbed his hands and asked.
“Welcome! How can I help you? Do you want freshly these freshly-picked apples…?”
The words of the man with wrinkles at the corner of his eyes sounded like a passing breeze.
Calcilast-sama answered, “Then we’ll have a taste.”
Calcilast-sama stuck a toothpick into a piece of cut apple.
I wonder if it’s delicious. Suddenly I became interested. He brought it near my mouth and said, “Ahh?”
Eeh! Wait a moment!