"I can still see Bea Tracy every night. Sometimes she sings the alphabet song in my ear, dances, sometimes makes love, and sometimes she just sits there quietly and looks at me with contempt, pity, and the look I hate."
"That's what I pray to my God for every day."
"I'm afraid that one day I will go to hell and lose the right to pray. She will disappear."
"That's what I pray to my God for every day."
"I also have to pray that her tomb will not be covered by weeds throughout the year so that I won't find the way when I go there."
"That's why I pray three times a day."
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This story is very good, it would be nice if the middle part could be longer. Hey, do you have a Weibo account?
This story is very good, it would be nice if the middle part could be longer. Hey, do you have a Weibo account?
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