One day, when I was buying fish, I saw a girl who was killing fish. She was hiding in the corner, her hair hanging down, and her face could not be seen clearly. All I could see was her capable movements, and the mountains of fish scales and fish internal organs surrounding her. Her work is extremely bloody, but the feeling she gives me is very strange, not murderous, even a little gentle. The boss weighed the fish for me and handed it to her. After she killed it, she looked at the boss and saw that he was busy. She stood up, put the fish in a bag and handed it to me. Only then did I have the opportunity to see her appearance clearly. Her skin was very white and her facial features were delicate. My intuition told me that this girl must have a story. I said thank you to her and left. Surprisingly, a few days later, we met again. . .
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