twenty.

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So I’m putting on a mask to go see you

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at the ground floor, a crowd of people had already begun to cluster around the fallen boy. blood seeped onto the cold gravel, and the boy's circular glasses were crushed into shards. at that moment, everyone realised who he was. a cacophony of voices broke out. "wasnt he the quiet one?" "hes quite smart, am i right?" "but why did he still do this?"

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