Death is like the wind, ever by your side. Why is the light so faint, while darkness fills my whole being? Moser sighed mournfully. It would have been even better if there weren't a girl chasing him from behind.
"Moser, stop! Don't run!" one of the girls shouted.
"Stop so you can catch me? Do you really think I'm an idiot just because I have a cowlick on my head?" Moser kept running without looking back.
Moser 45 gazed up at the sky. "Why is a carefree life so far out of reach? Why does my dignity keep slipping away?"
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Mdzz, what are you writing? There are no punctuation marks. Tmd primitive people are not as good as others and they also have punctuation marks.