Dead of Night,. Monologue makes the tears of returning not wet. Only the white melon seeds were still ringing. The dim light accompanied the dead tranquility. She simply came to the computer to turn on the music and listened to Richard kelidman’s piano music, which made the loneliness drift out, but gradually she got refreshed without any sleepiness. Listening and tasting like this, I forgot the lonely watch until the dawn. She thought how cruel the loneliness came again the next day. If there was a strong wall, it would make the devil hit his head and bleed — the next day, this admiration finally died. Her death made her happy. She died for the Devil, washed herself gray, then took a bath and ate a small steamed bun to celebrate that she drove the devil to death with confidence. You’re done. The devil attacked many times in the night, which disturbed loneliness and made him upset. Later he died, died in hatred and was killed by others. Everyone said he was a wicked person. The wicked man died, but he was the devil. This woman’s dream is over.

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