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Lonely Highway The spring rain continued. I just received a call from the organization, ordering me to rush from Tokyo to Yokohama immediately. "I have a temporary assignment. Please drive yourself from Highway 711 to Yokohama Pier." I quickly cut off the call and stood up from the bathtub. Dry yourself with a towel. I quickly changed into my shirt and trousers, but my hair dried slowly and was still dripping. I put on my waterproof watch, luminous glasses, and put on the leather jacket that was draped 4Favorites442Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Van Gogh & Kafka Deep***. Conception: 1Favorites361Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Letzte Rose in Unserem Garten I hid behind the dark purple curtain and peeked at her. She was sitting in front of a huge piano, wearing a dark pink dress. Slightly tilting her ingeniously beautiful face, the black and thick curly hair fell down in a thrilling way... I stared at her blankly. She is as delicate and beautiful as a rose blooming in summer. At this moment, I am dazzled. Conception: 1Favorites267Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Black and White Paris Every time I drink EXPRESSE. Sit in a fixed corner. Watch the sunlight dance on the bare walls and white porcelain floor tiles. I like the play of light and shadow. Conception: —Favorites178Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Sweet Proof Missing him started with my sense of taste, and then the longing came overwhelmingly... Intention: —Favorites118Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Shark Tavern One night, a young woman, Yao Yao, was on her way to the beach to commit suicide. She accidentally came to a tavern called Shark and met the extremely beautiful owner. However, she discovered that the beautiful owner turned out to be a young man. Yao Yao left an indelible impression on the quiet and peaceful Shark Tavern, which was far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. But the next night she tried to go there again, but couldn't find it. The frustrated Yaoyao continued her boring lif —Favorites123Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Mermaid Tears My memory from before I was 17 years old sent me this message: "Wandering... Wandering..." I listen with my whole body. It was like a thin sound drifting from the ancient sea far away. "Wandering... Wandering..." The sound carries the salty sea breeze and the moist fragrance of seaweed. The sound carried the waves and crashed onto the beach in fragments... "Wandering... Wandering..." Every sound is gentle and affectionate, making people cry. Maybe it's about an old love. I saw under —Favorites280Clicks/ch—Nutrition