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... they had been driving, only that the light through the crack was getting weaker. Fortunately, she had managed to finish writing on all the pages and on the skin of the book during the brighter moments, hoping someone would find it and tell her mother and brother.
With a ’pop,’ a piece of hard paper hit the windshield of the moving black car.
"What the hell, littering!" The driver complained softly, fearful of angering the ’Killer God’ behind him, "Luo Qianqian, Luo Shufan, An Zil ...
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