Haystack Circle
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Is there really no warning for the coming of misfortune? No need for a reason? Don't you care about time? When autumn comes, my mood is like a deflated balloon that has been blown up again. I am waiting for the joy that I have repeated many times. The big yellow dog curled up at the foot of the wall suddenly stood up, bared its teeth and ran past me, barking at the downhill road in the bay, thinking that another stranger had entered the village. Usually, there are always strangers who come to the village carrying large and small bags and shout weirdly with electric speakers, selling kitchen knives that are perfect for chopping iron, leather dolls that can call daddy and mommy, and small electric combat tanks that can be turned over and forward. The big yellow dog can't understand these weird things, so it doesn't like them. The person here today is not a stranger.
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