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... hick layers of the tree canopy, like little golden flowers blooming on the ground. Walking along the tiny path in the countryside, the fresh aroma of nature filled the air. My companions walked beside me, singing songs and looking as joyful as possible… Slap!
Damned, stupid mosquitoes!
“Ah!”
Losing my composure, I gave a tiny scream as a blood imprint of a mosquito was left on my clean white glove. The mark was actually so clear that I could even count the number of legs ...
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