The domineering, gloomy man looked up at the blackened ceiling, his towering Adam's apple spasming briefly and rapidly.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the slender knuckles were gurgling: "Late, but my heart will still hurt." ”

"It hurts, it hurts to death...

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