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... seem to hear all the sounds, and the footsteps finally came to the iron gate of the rooftop.
It is probably a 17-year-old boy.
The focal length of his line of sight seems to be infinitely reduced, only to see a little things in front, and all around, like blurring, blurred.
He opened the iron door, and at the moment of opening the door, the wind on the high building hit his body, blowing his clothes against his body.
He still panted, but not because he was on the cor ...
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