I don't know when this habit started, but I just feel the urge to touch it whenever I have nothing to do, as if there's an inexplicable connection between me and it.,He leaned back, lying down on the soft couch with half-closed eyes. The middle-aged man waved away the attendants around him before asking in a low voice, "Those nightmares again",Society's beating, always transforms people into the screws it wants.。