The story of a small screenwriter and a big star.
Very cliche and bloody.
"Hi, stranger."
The sun was just right that day, and Don Juan leaned against the doorframe, his whole body coated with a layer of gold by the light that filtered through.
"Hi, stranger."
Dan walked through the surging crowd and rescued Alice on the ground.
It seems that everything is destined somehow.
PS. Three quarters past noon means noon has nothing to do with the execution. Um.
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