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... ntirely. Twisted and ferocious, they look like monsters from comics that were baring their teeth and waving their claws, threatening to swallow him whole.

The young man sat there with his arms around his knees. Fluttering in the wind was a stack of tore up papers in front of him held down by a piece of rock.

His head was lowered. He was staring at the ground. He didn’t even notice Su Tian walking over to his side.

The notebook that he drew Kaka on was torn into pieces and ...

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