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... orceful toss, endless blood dripping.
Then, he sat on the roof, lifted up the blood-stained sheep face mask, and slowly lit a cigarette.
Pricked up his ears several times, he was sure that he could no longer hear other heartbeats.
This night, how many hunters he killed and how many people he saved is still unclear. He was very happy at the time, and he was too lazy to count. Of course, there was no need to count. Basically there are numbers.
No matter how bad it is, y ...
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