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... sty corner of the room with a moldy smell.

The smell of cheap perfume that irritates the nose.

The sound of a baby crying.

The sound of a family's laughter in good weather.

Someone's voice.

A head-splitting pain in the head.

The smell of grass, wood, humus, and mushrooms.

“…! ……!!!”

An urgent gesture and pain of slaps on the cheek.

I curled up reflexively and felt the darkness around me.

I heard a rustling sound and got goosebumps.

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