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... of the room.
His ears have become very quiet, there is nothing.
No one would keep calling him "Grandpa", nor would there be a blond young man who likes sunflowers, hugging his arms with joy and showing cuteness to him.
On the corridor with warm light, hundreds of wreckages of the mechanical army piled up in the rain, and the torrential rain pierced endlessly through the shattered glass.
His shoulders were strewn with blood-stained white feathers and a few ...
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