I was chased by strange things and escaped.
I think it came out of the muddy ditch next to the school gate.The thing was emerald green and full, and it ran surprisingly fast.It said words that didn't make sense like ga-mu, qua-mu, qua-mu, or made that kind of sound.Very annoying.
When I first heard the gurgling sound, I got hairy.But at that time there were many children around, so I thought it would be okay.Many children also found out.
No one said anything, but you can tell by the expression.They glanced behind them, showing "evil, disgusting" expressions.Such a child noticed that thing.But if you notice it, there's nothing you can do about it, and it doesn't make sense, so everyone ignores it.
It's not that only those who are particularly sensitive can see it, but those who are dull can't see it. In short, it's a matter of whether they have noticed.There should be some people who don't care even if they notice it, and some people are about to cry just by feeling the breath.Everyone is different.
But that thing is weird, and the annoying thing is the annoying thing.
Having said that, it's just annoying, and it won't be hurt.
Because I don't understand what's going on with it, I just find it annoying, just bear with it.
Besides, the vice principal stood at the gate and watched the students leave school.I think with adults around, everything will be fine.
The wide and gentle ramp in front of the school is considered a road, but vehicles are prohibited from entering and leaving the school, so the children are like ants in full bloom, wandering freely down the entire ramp.There is a dirty river on the way of the ramp, and the children who spread out gradually gather together in that area, forming a team naturally.Because after crossing the short bridge over the river, you have to go to the left and right sidewalks.
The front intersects with a straight road, and the road is full of traffic.
The question is whether the monster will go to the right or to the left.
The thing rattled, rattled, rattled, and made vomiting-like sounds in various directions.I tried not to look behind me so I didn't know where it was.I went home with Yoshida and Kawamura. Kawamura noticed a little bit, and occasionally glanced back secretly.Yoshida didn't notice it at all, and kept talking about cartoons.
It would be a nuisance if it came this way, I thought.
But I have a hunch that it will definitely come this way.
We're going to turn right on the main road to go home.
So when crossing the bridge, you will lean to the right and bend to the sidewalk on the right.
Indistinctly, the feeling of nausea, indistinctly, leaned to the right.
Kawamura's expression twisted.
He tilted his head slightly, stroked the back of his head with sleepy hair, and pursed his lower lip.Yoshida laughed: What kind of weird expression do you have?There are enough poor and sour.
I can't laugh.
Kawamura saw it.It is not to be seen, absolutely not to be seen.
But because I don't look at it, I don't know what it looks like, which is even more annoying.
Even if you look at it, it's just as annoying.
Kawamura looked around with a strange expression.
The lower graders ran over.He is worried.If that thing went to the children in the lower grades, they would be scared to death, and they might cry.Although Kawamura's family is poor, he has younger siblings, so he is very kind to his juniors and often takes care of them.
Yoshida punched Kawamura, and Kawamura said stop.He cared about that thing, so he didn't have time to quarrel with Yoshida.Yoshida didn't know if he was serious, and punched Kawamura again and again.
Don't do this, stop it.
Kawamura must find it very annoying.
Really annoying.
We passed in front of the bookstore.Yoshida stopped and looked into the store.He was looking for magazines through the glass door.Yoshida was always standing in front of the bookstore, reading dirty pornographic magazines, and making bad jokes.Normally, I would go along with it and laugh out loud.
But not now, the glass door will reflect that thing.
I don't want to see that kind of stuff.
Kawamura hunched over, walked quickly past the bookstore, and stopped at the corner.Kawamura looked gloomy, and without looking back, he raised his hand to say goodbye, and turned into the alley on the right.Ahead of the alley, in the riverside depression downstream of the dirty river, was the Kawamura house.It's very humid in that area, which I don't like very much.
Because there is always a smell of sewage.
Kawamura always wears the same clothes, Yoshida said.
If you don't move quickly, you will be chased.
Yoshida said: I really want to buy that manga, I ignored him and walked out.
The lower graders are crying in the back, did you see that?
or not?
It must be annoying if you are forced to come before crossing the zebra crossing.Yoshida yelled: What's the matter?Are you going to rush home to have a bowel movement?almost.I want to go home quickly.When you get home and close the entrance door, no one can come in again.That thing can't get in either.
That's my home.
The zebra crossing has arrived.Unfortunately, it happened to run into a red light.
Ahh, here we come.
It seems that it has followed, and that thing has definitely followed.
Go green, green, green, green, green, green, green before you get caught up.
Come, come, come.I turn my back on it.will see.Will see will see will see.do not come.
The light turned green and I ran out.
What are you in a hurry for?Yoshida said.No, I said, stopping.
If you go too fast and let that thing pass Yoshida, things will be irreversible.It is better not to leave Yoshida.Yoshida's house is farther away than mine, so if we go home together, I won't be left alone.Yoshida shouldn't care about that disgusting thing, even if he is alone.But I don't want to.
We cross the street together, and it does too.
Ah, it's so uncomfortable, it feels like that thing is so close.
We crossed the zebra crossing and climbed up the road between the liquor store and the convenience store. This is an asphalt road that is neither a sidewalk nor a road.
A bunch of dandelions grew.
do you know?If you pinch off the flower of a dandelion and urinate directly on the stem, it will turn into an earthworm, Yoshida said.Stop bluffing, I replied, it's not bluffing, it's true, Yoshida said.
Why don't you give it a try.next time.
If dandelion hairs fly into the ears, the ears will lose their hearing, said Yoshida.Wouldn't it be impossible to breathe if it flew into the nostril?I said, and Yoshida should say, super funny.But I'm already distracted.
What dandelion, whatever.It's behind me.I mean really, really something.
There is, sure enough.
After the dandelion road is the main road again.
Turn right again, past the traffic lights again, and cross the side of the park.
In the park, Kumai was playing baseball with Shida, Shida's younger brother, and four or five fifth graders.
Hey, hurry up and join us!
Is it better to join?No.
It would be disgusting if it was included.
Yoshida responded, and ran to where everyone was.Wait a minute, let's go home and play again.Wouldn't it be better to put down the schoolbag first?don't go.
Even if he said that, he couldn't possibly listen to it.Will definitely run to play.If it were me yesterday, I would definitely have gone to play together.
Yoshida threw his schoolbag on the bench, already joining the baseball game.Which is Yoshida, which is Shida, which is Kumai and which is a fifth grader, they are mixed together, so I can't figure it out.That group of people is no longer so-and-so, they are all kids playing baseball.A group of kids playing baseball.
I didn't play.
Not good.
Everyone called me again, but the timing was bad.Because I passed the entrance of the park a little, the strange thing has been inserted between the entrance and me.I can not go back.
Ga-mu-ga-mu-ga-mu-ga-mu.
It is roaring.
Want to climb over the fence into the park?But can I get over it?
While I was hesitating,
Ga-mu-ga-mu-ga-mu-ga-mu.
That's too late.
I yelled insincerely that I would come back later and ran out.
Not good.
I'm out of order.
That thing didn't follow others, it was completely directed at me.There are so many children, why do you want to pick on me?Because do I mind it?Because I've always found it annoying?But in that case, why didn't it follow Kawamura?Doesn't Kawamura mind looking back?Kawamura definitely saw it.Kawamura not only minded, but also saw it.Kawamura lives in a damp place.Because Kawamura's family is poor, everyone looks down on him from the bottom of their hearts.Although I think Kawamura is a good guy, I once thought his clothes were dirty and his shoes were torn.Let's go to Kawamura, anyway, he's used to it.
Disgusting.
Don't follow, don't come, don't come.
But it followed.
In other words, I was being chased, chased by an inexplicable strange thing.I didn't see it, but I figured it was emerald green, big, unexpectedly fast, squawking, something nasty.
so,
I was chased by strange things and forced to run away.
I ran quickly across the side of the park, turned into a jog after turning the corner of the camellia tree.
One more turn, into the trail, and I run at full speed.
Ga um ga tum ga tum ga tum ga tum.
Hate it!Thinking is dead, I hate it, I hate it to death.
If a person feels disgusted to the extreme, will he die?If I hate it so much that I die, then I'm going to die, I just hate it that much.It's so disgusting that I almost vomit, I hate it so much that my eyes are bloodshot.
No, I can't shake it off.
Will be chased before returning home.Because my house is above the ramp, I will be out of breath.
I really want to ride a bicycle and escape, I thought.
I suddenly felt terribly tired, my feet nearly tripped, I regained my footing, and I sprinted out and turned the corner pointlessly.I rushed so hard into the turn that I nearly hit a brick wall and came to an awkward stop.
let's go.
Go on, go on, go straight on, go on.
matter……
It's not going so well, I know it.The thing stopped around the corner.
I don't need to look at that inexplicable thing to know it.I feel that very, extremely nasty smell in that area.
My legs were so frightened that I turned my back to it and froze.
Then I found out that the choice of turning was wrong.
Even if you go forward on this road, you will not be able to return home.If you want to go home, you have to turn back.But if you turn back now, you will run into it head-on.If I saw something so terrible head-on, I would definitely die.It's just that annoying.
If only I didn't care like Yoshida.
If you don't care, you definitely won't care.
Yoshida's grades are poor, and he is always scolded for playing pranks, but he always has sweetness to taste. He always takes advantage of others.I also want to play baseball.It's not fair that a guy with an empty head and no thought should have something to eat.Yoshida loves to lie and is rude. Last time he broke a potted plant in Mr. Nakajima's house and made false accusations against others, without apologizing to them.Because they couldn't find out who did it, everyone present at the time was scolded, but Yoshida slipped home alone to play video games.He is super treacherous.
so,
So you go to him.
Go to those people in the park, make them feel disgusted.
Ga um ga tum ga tum ga tum ga tum.
In my mouth, the bottom of my jaw oozes a sour liquid, I really want to throw up.
People hate it to the extreme, will they vomit?I just hate it so much.Don't come, don't come.
So fast.
I ran because I was almost being overtaken.
There are only kindergartens, monasteries, dilapidated houses, and open spaces in front of them.With certain flowers blooming, what is the past?Don't come, hate it, hate it to death.Don't make that weird sound.
I don't like the monastery area because there are dead people there and it doesn't make sense.
here we go again.
What the hell is this guy?Or should I say it instead of the guy?
Damn it, why does this have to happen to me?
No,
Wait a minute, there's grandma's house over there.
By the way, beyond the dirty house behind the monastery, behind the rusty blue wall made of iron plates or similar things, on the other side of the jungle-like woods, there is an old, old, dark and smelly house.Does it smell because it's made of wood?Or is it because it is old?There's also an awful lot of dust in there.
There is a grandma's house.
Grandma is definitely at home.
Grandma can't walk, she's too old, she's not doing anything, she's definitely at home.But I don't like grandma either.I really don't want to go.Although I didn't want to go, I was being chased.
Being inexplicable.
When Chinese New Year is the Obon Festival, I have to go to the Buddhist altar at my grandma's house to offer incense, which is super annoying.
Incense smells bad.
Besides, the seat cushions of grandma's house also smell of dust.Red bean paste buns and Luoyan cakes are not tasty either.Grandma didn't speak, she was dry and dirty.Grandma doesn't take a bath.The hair was all white too, tangled and greasy and flat, and the face was wrinkled, cracked, brown, speckled, and oddly colored, too un-biological.The tips of the fingertips are all black, the pajamas are also full of dirt and feel sticky, the mouth is always open, and there is not even a single tooth.
And grandma wouldn't move at all.The floor was littered with toilet paper that looked like it had blown your nose. It was filthy.
Why are you sitting on the quilt like that?
Say something.
I always think so.But it was not good to say that, so I kept silent.If you speak ill of others, you will feel guilty.I'm not trying to destroy grandma, and I'm not mad at her, so I won't say it.Although I don't say it, I don't like grandma.
I hate grandma, so I don't want to go to grandma's house.
The dirty blue tin fence ends at the bottom, and beyond that grows trees.
Sometimes there are people or dogs behind the tree.
Not today.
Ga-mu-ga-mu-ga-mu-ga-mu.
If there is a dog, will it eat it?Will the dog eat it?Dogs who eat this stuff are disgusting enough.If you eat it you will die.Absolutely die.That doesn't even know what it is.
Ah, it's grandma's house.
The entrance is also very annoying. It is not a Western-style door, and the entrance that opens with a rattling sound is really inferior.
I opened the porch, but the porch was not locked at all.
Although it was open, I didn't have time to close it.It's so close that you can reach out and touch it.
I don't want to touch it.If you touch it, it will be...
No, it is unimaginable.Can't think about it.nausea.
Ah, it's the taste of grandma's house.What is this stench?So thoughtful.
I kicked off my shoes and went into the house.Can't slow down.Grandma grandma grandma.
The corridors were dark and, indeed, filthy.No one cleaned at all.The wood shrinks, revealing the gaps.The crevices are filled with dirt.Make a sound like "chi chi chi chi".Every time I take a step, I feel the dirt in the cracks seem to be erupting.
There are footsteps, da da da da are my footsteps.
It makes a sound like a whimper.Sounds like dragging.Does it have weight?
Yeah?
What a nasty house with paper doors full of unused rooms.
In the unused room, only dharma tumblers, wooden boxes, old clothes stuffed in plastic bags, etc. are kept.Then there are pictures of people from before.There are several.
Who is that?
Like a grandpa with a beard.
Soldier, student with one eyelid.
No one is smiling in the photo, it must be boring.
Moreover, the photo has no color and is out of focus, which is disappointing.
How did you do it?How could it chase into the house?Because this is not my home?If it's not your own home, is it the same as the road outside?maybe.
Grandma's room is in front of the Buddhist hall.
I don't know how many rooms there are in total, I have to go inside to see, but I can't go back and forth.
In short, it cannot be turned back.because,
I am being chased by strange things.
At the end of the corridor is the toilet.
The toilet is even more dirty, I have never seen such a strange toilet, even the toilet paper is just left on it.The toilet was squatting, and it stinks like hell.The water used for flushing is also hung with a weird sink, pulling a chain-like thing to flush the water.There is only one light bulb for the light.The place to wash your hands is round and small, and the shape of the faucet is also very strange.The water is also lukewarm, and it is also mixed with rust, which is a little red.It feels more and more dirty.
The paper door in front of the toilet is the room with the Buddhist altar.It's the one in front of it.Yes, the front one.
Grandma's room.
I open the paper door.
Dirty bedding never collected.The grandma with her upper body upright sitting on it is so dirty.The color of the pajamas is scary.The white areas have turned gray, the color of the pattern has faded, and the cuffs have worn thin.Hair is like something pulled out of the dust bag of a vacuum cleaner.I opened the paper door and screamed in my heart, wow, it's so dirty!
Hum, a fly flew up.It was originally parked on grandma.
The unique unbearable smell rushed into the nostrils.
What the hell is that smell?
Ga-mu-ga-mu-ga-mu-ga-mu.
"Wow!"
I yelled, rushed to grandma, bypassed the bedding and squatted behind grandma.
I hugged my head and closed my eyes.But it still stinks.
What about weird things?
I thought the strange thing should be clinging to me and rushing into the room almost at the same time.
I don't know that stuff, don't know don't know don't know.
I didn't see it?I don't know what that is.
It does not exist does not exist does not exist.
Hate hate hate.
annoying.
Ah, the smell of grandma.I hate the smell.I've hated it since I was a kid.But if grandma can still talk, I hope she can at least smile at me.
The tatami mats are thick.You can feel it even through your socks.Grandma can't go, and she can't clean it.really dirty.
When did you come here for the first time?
Can't remember at all.I've always found this place disgusting, so it must have been a long time ago.Because I've hated this place since before I was sensible.But I never said my disgusting emotions.
So I hated it from the time I couldn't speak.
Smelly and dirty, I miss it.
I opened my eyes slightly, and looked up first.
A cord hangs from the ceiling to switch the lights on and off.The lights were off, except for a small bulb.It's daytime now.yellow lights.The ceiling is very dark, and it feels like it is smoked black.Twilight.
Looking down, it was a quilt with some cotton wool falling out.No matter summer or winter, there is only this quilt.
But doesn't grandma never lie down?She always sat with her upper body upright.
This quilt also gives people an indescribable sense of uncleanness.
I look to grandma.
grandma she...
Moved.
No, her body is still.Neither the dead bamboo-like fingers nor the shriveled neck moved.The sunken eyes are also distracted as usual, grandma should not be able to see it.
But,
The cave-like mouth, always sluggishly open, squirmed.
Not good.
I feel so.I don't know why, but I just feel that way.Grandma is a dog?
Even with only the mouth, this is the first time I've seen grandma move.No, it's really bad.I think so.
If grandma suddenly spoke, I would definitely not know what to do.Fortunately, I have kept silent until now, maybe I can't help but blurt out things like grandma is dirty, smelly, and hateful.If I say such a thing, grandma will be sad.
I have to be silent.
I thought so, so I pretended not to see it, turned my eyes away from grandma, stood up as if nothing happened, left grandma's room without saying a word, walked through the hallway creaking, and put on the overturned clothes. I put the shoes on at the entrance, walked out, and ran back to the park without looking back,
I played baseball with Yoshida and the others.I also went to find Kawamura and played until the end of the night.
These……
"It's a memory of my sixth grade."
"What the hell is that?" Yamashita said, "It's inexplicable, it's so strange."
"Maybe it's weird. Well, Kawamura entered junior high school and somehow became a delinquent boy. When he was in the second grade of high school, he died in a car accident while riding a bicycle, didn't he? Yoshida took over the family business and is now a grocery store owner. Boss. He complained to me three years ago that the customers didn’t come to the grocery store, there was no business at all, and he might as well hang himself to death.”
"That's not the point." Yamashita said in surprise, "What exactly are you being chased by?"
"I don't know. I didn't watch it."
"You said you tried your best not to see it, but the people walking behind you should be able to see it, right. If there is one."
"You should be able to see it."
"I can see..."
Yamashita was silent for a while, and took a sip of black tea.
"What the hell is that?"
"I don't know, it's an annoying thing."
"But," Yamashita quietly put down the black tea cup, tilted his head slightly and said, "Doesn't your grandma live in Nagano?"
"Yeah. I live in Ina. I'm eighty-nine years old now, but I'm still very healthy. My grandfather passed away a long time ago, and my uncle asked my second cousin and his family to take care of my grandma. I heard that her head is still very clear. They even send text messages on their cell phones.”
"Then that grandma is not your grandmother, but your grandmother?"
"What are you talking about? My grandma passed away when I was eight years old. It was the first funeral I ever attended and I don't know why I was smiling when I took the picture. I don't even know what it was doing .”
"That……"
Who is that grandma?Yamashita asked.
"Grandma...that's grandma."
It stinks and is filthy as hell.
I will never go to grandma's house again, I hate it.
"I'm asking about your relationship with her. Is she some kind of relative of yours? Auntie or something?"
"I have no relatives of that kind."
Strange.
So to say,
that grandma,
Who is that grandma?
"Uh, yeah, that's weird. That's..."
Is it grandma?
Behind the monastery, dirty houses and old houses on the other side of the forest beyond the iron fence.
"Old house..." Yamashita said in surprise, "Do you remember...you used to go there when you were very young?"
"Remember……?"
I don't have that kind of memory.I just think so, and I don't know who I went with.Maybe I have no memory of going there with my parents.
But bean paste buns and Luoyan cakes are not tasty.
The toilets were also dirty and smelly.Always feel... the memory of smell and taste is very vivid.
But there is no memory of sound at all.There are no words in the memory of that home.
remember?
Is there such a thing?
"This is weird." Yamashita said, "I mean you, I went to the same elementary school as you, and we were in the same class in the sixth grade. Listen carefully, there is no Yoshida in our class, and there is no It's Kawamura's classmate."
"Stop playing dumb with me. Kawamura? The one who lives by the river..."
"There is indeed such a person, but that Kawamura only studied in the first semester of the fifth grade in our school. His family is very poor, and he is not good at dealing with people, and he is a bit bullied by his classmates. Well, you and I didn't take the lead I went to bully him, but I didn't protect him. I don't know if it was because of this, but he changed schools later, didn't he? I don't know what happened to him later. There are several classmates with the surname Yoshida, but if you The Yoshida with the kind of personality mentioned is probably Yoshida who was seriously injured in the summer of the fourth grade and had to leave school for half a year. After he entered the fifth grade, he used a wheelchair to go to school for a while, and he should have crutches until graduation That's right. After he was injured, his personality changed completely, and he became very gloomy. In the sixth grade, he was in the next class, and the middle school was different from ours. His grocery store closed down a long time ago."
"No, that's not the case."
"Isn't that so?"
"Nah."
"This is weird." Yamashita said again, "You skipped class with me and ran to the park to read comics, and you pretended to be a junior high school student to go to the movies, do you remember?"
Of course I do.I remember, I remember, but it was,
Is that something about the sixth grade of elementary school...?
Then... no, but...
What am I remembering?Who is grandma?
"When did you get chased by something?"
"Uh, this..."
Chased by what?
Just inexplicably weird.
It's emerald green, full of size, and runs quite fast.no, that kind of thing...
"That kind of thing..."
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Hate.That is, very nasty stuff.
"me,"
I'm out of school.
From that muddy ditch.
No, the primary school is gone.Yamashita said.The school was abolished the year before last and demolished last year.
Then you say where am I now?This slope is considered a road, but vehicles are forbidden to enter when going to and from school, so students are like ants.After crossing the river, take the sidewalk to the right.Turn right and cross the zebra crossing.Between the liquor store and the convenience store.dandelion.
No, there are no dandelions, and there are no bento stores, Yamashita said.
Come to the main road, turn right again, cross the zebra crossing again, then go uphill and pass by the park.
Then Yoshida put his schoolbag on that bench in that park, and then,
No, is there such a thing?
Maybe not.And I don't play baseball that much, or football?
You didn't play ball there.Playing balls was banned in that park, and has always been, Yamashita said.
But, right at the entrance, that nasty thing.
The Kawamura family is poor and stupid, and Yoshida is lazy and rude, and he hates it to death.What do I hate most about them? .
Who wants to play with them?I don't want it.hate hate.Ah, what a nuisance.
If people hate it to the extreme, will they die?
It would have been nice if Yoshida had been injured and died.
People like Kawamura are better off dying by the side of the road, I don't even want to see his face.
Even if you think so in your heart, you can't say it.Wouldn't it hurt to say it?
Hate hate hate.
So my feet nearly tripped, I got back on my feet, sprinted out, and turned the corner pointlessly.I rushed so hard into the turn that I nearly hit a brick wall and came to an awkward stop.There is nothing ahead.
No,
Wait a moment.There is grandma's house.
Yes indeed.Beyond the dirty house behind the monastery, behind the rusty blue wall made of iron plates or something similar, on the other side of the jungle-like woods, there is an old, old, dark and smelly house.Does it smell because it's made of wood?Or is it because it is old?
I really miss it.I started before I was sensible, during Chinese New Year and Obon Festival.
I ask you,
"Who is that grandma you're talking about?"
I opened the porch, but the porch was not locked at all.
Although it was open, I didn't have time to close it.
Ah, it's the taste of grandma's house.What is this stench?So thoughtful.
I kicked off my shoes and went into the house.Can't slow down.Grandma grandma grandma.The corridors were dark and, indeed, filthy.No one cleaned at all.The wood shrinks, revealing the gaps.The crevices are filled with dirt.Make a sound like "chi chi chi chi".Every time I take a step, I feel the dirt in the cracks seem to be erupting.
Open the paper door in front of the dirty and smelly toilet and you will find the room with the Buddhist altar.I hate burning incense on Buddhist altars.
The incense sticks are very smelly, and the seat cushions are also dusty.Red bean paste buns and Luoyan cakes are not tasty either.
Grandma is sitting in front...
There is no grandma.
Impossible.
I open the paper door.
Grandma is there.
Dirty bedding never collected.Sitting on it was a grandma who straightened her upper body.
It's so dirty.The color of the pajamas is scary.The white areas have turned gray, the color of the pattern has faded, and the cuffs have worn thin.Hair is like something pulled out of the dust bag of a vacuum cleaner.I opened the paper door and screamed in my heart, wow, it's so dirty!
Hum, a fly flew up.It was originally parked on grandma.
No one cares.
Can't walk, can't move, can't talk.
Then how could she still be there?How many years do you think have passed since then?According to common sense, she couldn't possibly be alive.Or is it dead at all in the first place?more importantly,
Where is this?
A cord hangs from the ceiling to switch the lights on and off.
The lights were off, except for a small bulb.It's daytime now.
Is it daytime?
yellow lights.The ceiling is very dark, and it feels smoked black.
Looking down, it was a quilt with some cotton wool falling out.No matter summer or winter, there is only this quilt.
But doesn't grandma never lie down?She always sits upright, doesn't she?It's not a creature at all.Importantly,
"who are you?"
The old woman slowly turned her face that was mottled and uneven due to age spots to me, staring at the void with her deep-set eyes, and twitched her mouth like a huge cave.
Ga-mu-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga.
It is emerald green.Sure enough, it was eaten.Really annoying.
ah ah.
The strange things are catching up.
run away.
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