
Pain
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While Yu Sheng was on the phone, I was filing photos on the second floor of the photo studio. Downstairs, a color printer was at work. The voice was like a beast that was ready to go, like it was trying to escape from the hard work of the day. That was our unspoken secret. I grabbed some clothes and planned to rush to Gu Yusheng's house. After getting dressed, I glanced at the mirror and realized that I looked more and more like her. I was conflicted and disgusted. If Yu Sheng were by my side, he would definitely grab my hand and say to me, I am still by your side. I think that not only do I have Lu Qing's skin, but I am also probably as invulnerable to poison as she is. Lu Qing's name, along with my memory, were all blocked by my own hands when I stood on the podium and asked my classmates to use a razor blade to cut off the column for my mother's phone number in the address book.
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