Not My Vulgarity
by Not Hot
About This Novel
I woke up from my dream last night. It was raining heavily outside. There was the crisp sound of bottles overturning from the night market downstairs. Three or two drunken drunkards were talking nonsense and their voices were loud. The girl's heart-wrenching cry could be heard in the distance, and the girl's best friend's words of advice suggested that she might have lost her love.
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