Genetic Werewolf
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The dusk that day of the weirdo was no different from the past. The icy wind from the Rocky Mountains swept away the vitality of Wyoming. There were only a few pedestrians on the street. Even if there were one or two pedestrians occasionally, they would turn up the collars of their thick coats and walk quickly. In such damn weather, even the dog named "From Russia", which usually barks and barks for fun to bully children, shrank its head and slipped into the house without making a sound. It has been snowing for two days, and it looks like it will continue to snow. Fen sighed. It seemed that no one would come to accompany him today. Such a long winter vacation was really unbearable. Even if he could meet the legendary ghost, Fen thought, at least he wouldn't be as bored and lonely as now.
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