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... ters whose figures were unclear.
The most contact you had with them usually was secretly slipping your written stories through the crack of the door. When the stories were returned, they had encouraging words and little red flowers on them.
Therefore, you never knew—
"Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!"
After a few gunshots rang out, the few figures falling like wheat, what kind of mood did they hold in their hearts at the last moment.
Why did ...
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