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“What
Do you pick up the hora stones?”
There was no answer from her. she did
Sighing.
“Why did you come to the street? To see if I’m there…?”
She has an answer to that question too
No shape. He owns her
He turned angrily to the side.
“Speaking of….”
“Lock the gate…”
“Really…? You’re always the gate
Is this how to lock? the gate
After opening, looking at both sides of the road, this is the hair
The rose bush is tangled….. is that so?
“Oh… let me go…”
“No…. I won’t let you go.. If you come, I will too until it dawns I’m with you today.”
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