On December 24th, it is another festival, a festival that has nothing to do with Dick Silk. Quietly copying homework in the dormitory, listening to the shouting downstairs who is confessing to whom.

Eating apples snatched from roommates and scolding foreign festivals, I actually thought that there was no one to accompany me.

Christmas Eve, it was nothing more than a local earthquake, two floating corpses, and bleeding. Alas, don't say it, it's all tears.

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