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DRUNK IN THE MORNING

作者: MIFF BOOKS
last update 公開日: 2026-03-18 22:46:25

RAPHEAL.

Yet again.

I saw myself falling into a dark ditch.

A loud bird scrown followed my ears and my figure, descending in flames. Scared, I tried to figure what I was falling into.

But it was too late.

My numb body fell with a loud splash into a body of water. Something sharp grazed my skin and popped blood from it, turning the whole water red. I tried to fight, knowing I was a good swimmer, but it was futile.

I was fast drowning.

My eyes fluttered as I carefull
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