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... d pushed her into the ditch, she told herself. She had to climb out.
This terrible predicament did not give her any chances to be full of remorse or to be anxious. If she did not pull herself together, she might not be able to survive the night.
She raised her blackened hands and picked up a wooden stick, slowly starting to write on the ground.
Zhuge, Wei, Mu, Jue, Che. At this word, her brows started to furrow. It started to darken outside, and the woodwind instrum ...
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