The water plants spread like thousands of spider threads, stretching and entangled around me.
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He still treated me so gently and said to me with a smile, "July, you are my anger."
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He pushed me away fiercely, with a cold look in his eyes, "You are a scourge."
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He looked at me expressionlessly and only said: "In this way, you will be mine from now on."
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He comes and goes in a hurry. He is like a fiery man, but he has a gentle side. He holds me in my arms.
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