The battle of time and space cycle is to know the autumn by seeing a leaf
Everyone is tacitly aware of the obscene development
But meeting this idiot opened my eyes.
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The ghost child was singing, and bloody handprints were on the frosted windows. We didn't know when a big face would appear. The glass squeaked and shook, and our hearts trembled. But instead, the madman opened the door wide and rushed into the night with blood splattering everywhere.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
