
Burning Love: The Em
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author: <meat floss vermi
As the layers of white steam dissipate, a glimpse of the scene beyond the mist gradually comes into view.,The time on the bedside clock was reminding me that I couldn't dawdle any longer, or else I would be late for work.,With a 'splat', the unfinished porridge in her hand was knocked out, smashing on the ground, even breaking the plastic cup.。