One night in the winter of 2000, when I was sleeping soundly, the third man next door came and knocked on my window. I had been burying corpses in the village for ten years. It was not until this night that I understood why my father insisted that I not go out to work and was here to guard these corpses in the village.
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Be anxious, write faster
Acting stupid in the front, pretending to be flying in the back, and finally taking it back and forth.
Be anxious, write faster
Acting stupid in the front, pretending to be flying in the back, and finally taking it back and forth.