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He doesn't swat at the fire. He rolls for the blanket he left soaking in the sink hours earlier, for no reason he could name at the time. Do you trust a voice in your ear before you know whose it is?
The corridor keeps going past that door. Read ahead on my p*****n, where the next chapters are already waiting: https:///c/zhangbo989/posts
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