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... hrough the roof of the tent, it is the roof of the rafter structure, and you can even see the mottled light and shadow of the sun shining in through the cracks in the tiles.
Reviewing the memory of the original body fused during the coma, she massaged her sore scalp, feeling a little grateful and a little depressed.
She knew she was wearing it again.
After all, the first time is raw, and the second time is familiar.
She was taken across by the assisted living ...
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