I heard that there was a shop in the corner of the shopping street behind a rusty iron railing door. You only need to turn a few corners, pass by a few fried dough stick stalls occupying the road, and be hit by a few creaking trucks, and you will see it.
I heard that some people were crushed to the point of crying in a cruel society. They imagine that they can avoid the pressure of life, abandon their responsibilities to their loved ones, put down their work, become carefree children in an amusement park, and become pets raised by their owners without the pressure of survival.
I heard that the owner of the shop that is the hardest to find in the shopping street at the corner can realize the dreams of those people.
So I took heavy steps and went deep around the corner to look for the legendary paradise.
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