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        Throughthetinyholeoftheenclosedroom,LanjuseesKechasittingontheground.

        Kecha,whosebrownheadandtailhasbeenwhiteasburnedashesbeforenoonedoessomethingcruel,ispyingwithbugsinsidehisdinnerandughinglikeachik.

        “Gagaga,It’sLanju,mydearestfriend,isn’tit?Virtually,Iguessnobodyelsewoulde.

        “...”Slightlyknogthewall,heremainsselieball-shapedbodyshivers.

        “Fine,Ikheruleshere.It''''sjustanillusionthatIimagialkingto.

        “Listen,theGhostofthislie-filledcapital.

        Ifyoustillflyasmyfirstsightasthereverseshineagainstthesky,justgowithoutsayinggoodbye,oryouwouldbeaspooraswhatIlooklike.”

        #Thisscriptiswrong,Kechashouldlosehermindandsoundsnaivelikeachildaftertheshock.#2340

        纯手打，非ai

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