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The knife slid in easily. She watched his eyes widen, feeling the warmth spread across her hands. His gasps grew softer, weaker. She collected his blood in mason jars, arranging them neatly on shelves. A collection, she thought, smiling. Each one tells a story.
説明
いいね数
1
1
マーク数
1
1
共有数
0
0
使用回数
2
2