Extra (2)
The newly appointed mayor of Tata City has been quite troubled recently; the joy and excitement he felt upon winning the election have vanished.
He cursed, "Cunning and sly." After a round of swearing at the former mayor, he still felt unsatisfied, his outwardly protruding pumpkin belly was still heaving with anger.
"He's really too deceitful."
Alone in his office, venting, the mayor felt his scalp lighten again. Trembling, he brushed the top of his head, and a few strands of floating golden hair appeared in the palm of his hand.
The already sparse and countable precious hair had lost a few more strands.
Just imagining the shadow area in the mayor's mind right now.
Whenever he thinks there are still a few years left in his term, he almost wishes to resign immediately; whoever wants to be the mayor of Tata City can just take it.
Yet despite the anger, the issues at hand still need resolving.
