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He sat limply on the couch, coughing from time to time, and on the coffee table next to him and on the floor around him, scattered his used tissues, which were stained with scarlet blood. Suddenly, he coughed violently again, a metallic hollow sound. He straightened up and tried to moisten his throat with saliva, but a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat, and the goddess shot out like flowers; Immediately, like a dry tree, he fell on the couch, and everything fell silent.
First you have to draw the sofa first, and then you have to draw the outline of the boy's appearance, the book he reads, so that you have an idea.
Why are you so bitter, go and talk about it, contact it, and take action to solve it.
away from dreamy threshold musings, into the rough and stony highway
Free for Fuck.