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... aindrops fall on the puddles that form on the curved surface of the pitch-black asphalt, light ripples scatter along with the light of the street lamps. At first glance, this looks like noise.
Roderus was standing there in a whirlpool of thoughts, as if he was sitting in front of a dark TV that had finished all the broadcasts.
A lot happened.
He made friends and for the first time knew what normal life tasted like.
I used to act like a fox blaming sour grapes, cal ...
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