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It was a whole piece of fabric hanging from her foot, flapping in the cold wind. There was nothing underneath it.,Just as the shadow of the woman faded from his sight, and the darkness settled over his eyelids, the rope around his neck suddenly snapped.,The swallowgrass is emerald green, and the wild mulberry branches are low and green. When you think of your return date, it's when I feel heartbroken. Spring wind doesn't know us, so why do we keep our curtains drawn。