her face carries a frown, her gaze is looking down. her eyes are lonely and sad, and her wrists are the color red.
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General Fiction| b l u r r y f a c e h a s t a k e n ø v e r べ. short story
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her face carries a frown, her gaze is looking down. her eyes are lonely and sad, and her wrists are the color red.
