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I accidentally picked up a notebook, which was full of the death processes of some people who were about to die. I followed the steps of the notebook to investigate one by one...

One second after typing the title on the keyboard, many faces appeared in my mind, smiling, angry and twisted, affectionate... All kinds of faces. What I want to write about is not the gods who live in heaven and do not eat the fireworks of the world, but the mortals who have appeared in my world and have had connections with me. It's you and me, it's her and it's him. This is a story about an ex.