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... world will be cold and windy."
The ear is long and ah, the more the woman is clear and crisp, the jade-like words, but the ink that burns the brain hurts, and the frontal and meridian violent jumps.
"Noisy noisy! Where is the crying funer! Come here, give me this mess and go down the hill!"
After angering the sound, the ink burned was not right.
... Are you not already dead?
Hate and chill, pain in his mouth and coldness, his chest hurts, and his eyes bur ...
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