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I'm not used to getting up, I'm not used to eating, I'm not used to getting dressed, I'm not used to being used to all the time.

How upsetting it is to lose an arm to the point of loathing life. Because he can't adapt to life well, because he will not be used to life for a while, because he will care too much about other people's strange eyes and words, he will be sad, sad, and inferior...

The mothball became more silent, and likewise, more pitiful. Except for Momo, he was reluctant to say a word to anyone.

He didn't know anything about what happened that day, and Momo didn't say anything.

Now, he especially likes to go to that grassland, perhaps because the grassland is as silent as he is.

Lying on the grass is so comfortable, and there is an ability to forget your troubles.

In this way, he could stay alone in the grass under the blue sky until nightfall. That is, from today on, he has not done anything, he has not swept the floor, he has not done anything, he feels that life is powerless, he is powerless, it is better to die... Because he thinks that his current self is a useless person who wastes air alive and wastes land when he dies.

What's more, he didn't have any great dreams in the first place.

If you don't explode in silence, you will die in silence.

Momo is worried about the various conditions of the foam, she doesn't want to see such a lost foam, she still likes him who loves to laugh and be dumbfounded every day.

Thinking about it, I hope to be able to pull him out for a walk.

It's not that the enemy is wrong, as soon as I go out, I met the pseudo-son surnamed Wei. He didn't say anything, but he didn't do anything either; Indulge his subordinates in chattering and chattering.

There is no way that drooping sleeve will be intact anymore.

So one day, Moss left the place alone. The nostalgic looked back again, and left quietly.

She kept looking for him, and he met the immortals and lived a life of forgetfulness and indisputability.

What happened that day can no longer be found.

Only one day, the flames of war burned to Dong'an City, and Mo Wound knew that it was time and it was time.

Those incomplete, those people and things, are all false, maybe false and true, maybe real and false, but in the end it is just a dream.

Perhaps, only Momo is real, right?

Then he woke up.