To be honest, I really don't want to remember these things at the end of my life. Death should be peaceful and peaceful. But it was obvious that my thoughts were no longer under my control. I guess that's why I lost so much blood. I remembered the first time I met those perverted guys. I trembled and squatted in the closet. My mother - to be precise, a woman who had turned into a zombie, was wandering in the place called home.
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