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... jingle of bicycles chimes from far to near. After a brief silence, the door lock clicked, and a warm but somewhat noisy shout sounded.
"Axing, come down! I'm up late! It's eight o'clock! I'm late, late!"
The room in the corner of the second floor was dimly lit, and the slightly thick curtains dutifully blocked the sunlight.
The sound of rubbing between the fabrics rustled.
"Crash-"
The pulley rubs against the window rod making a series of unpleasant n ...
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