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Five women and four men had stepped into the drugstore, and tonight's sales quota was perfectly met.
A crow perched atop a neon billboard, its jet-black eyes reflecting everything happening on the street below—the fortress-like tower plastered with shop names.
The glowing green sign marking the underground mall exit, the glittering accessories on women's heads and clothes, the countless smartphone screens shining like stars.
All of it made the crow's heart r ...
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