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Dreamland Eighteenth Floor Every night on the bamboo bed that was cut apart by the truck lights, the woman in the moon-white shirt would always appear. The fragrance of gardenia hangs in her hair, but her forehead is covered with the same scabs as my childhood burns. The haphazardly piled quilts formed a mountain, and shadowy silk threads wrapped around her arms. "Who are you?" She slowly squatted down and rubbed her long hair against my cheek, which was very cold. The broken door lock groaned convulsively in time wi 8Favorites54Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Phyllanthus Emblica "I seem to have died, drowned in the damp childhood" "There is no one here, but there are shadows of people everywhere." 1/The protagonist is not perfect. 2/The narrative in this article refers to reality, so I'm sorry if it doesn't suit your taste. 3/This is used to record the self that grew up out of the cocoon of childhood. Intention: A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and waits for the time to move. —Favorites1Clicks/ch—Nutrition