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... w, meow, it’s so cold."
As the ancient wooden doors of the inn were gently pushed open, a chill rushed inside, with nobody in sight pushing the door.
Only by lowering your gaze, can you discover a little black cat strolling in.
And behind it, there were still several packets of bound-up groceries floating.
The shopping bags full of goods seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, floating in mid-air, maintaining almost perfect synchrony with the kitten.
It ...
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