![Here you come, my dear baby, fluttering ❤️, one heart becomes two ❤️[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)
When I was a child, my home was in the countryside, and when the old people were idle, they would tell stories to children, and most of the content of the stories were ghosts, fairies, and gods, which frightened our children into feeling behind us in the dark...
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