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... the door with her backhand.
She stood at the door with a blank expression, and then took a deep breath. Post-traumatic stress disorder is just like her.
First, I took a look at the place where I would live for the next month. There was a carved bed next to the wall, with a light-colored bed curtain hung, and folded patterns embroidered on the curtain. On the other side of the wall, there was a wardrobe and a dressing table. The table was empty. Other than that, there are only ...
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