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“Honestly... magical girls and all that stuff is really...” Lin Lin said into the phone. “Can’t we change the name?”
The man frying dough sticks laughed and shook his head, taking it for a fad among the younger generation as he handed one to her.
“Oh... thanks.”
Then a revolver pressed against his forehead. He was lucky: he died quickly, without ever knowing what was happening.
