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... own system to determine what kind of attitude he should adopt based on how crazy the other party was.
“He spread his ashes into the wind so whenever the wind chime rings, his soul will start to communicate with me.” The man with pale skin looked at the wind chime. As if reminded of something, the face that was too young for his age colored with regret.
“Looks like you love your adopted father a lot.”
“Yes, I’d come back here to talk to him whenever I have time.”
“Then why ...
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