In this familiar shop, there is a small corner completely hidden behind the bookshelf. On the walls, the color of lime was old, people did not need to paint anymore, perhaps even though the color was so bright and gray if it still weighed heavily. Their light did not come, only pale yellow lights skyrocketed. Just enough to look over at the table next to the girl was also hanging her hair floating in the thick smoke, thin. Then when the smoke was lightening on everything, strolling around every corner, her lips began to smile equally at this A moo point it’s like a cow’s opinion it just doesn’t matter it’s moo shirt.
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