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In my city, there's a myth about a moth.
If a moth enters your house, in that day, you'll have a guest. A special one.
This day, when I just came home, I saw a dying moth on the floor.
"Hm. Then, there must be another dying guest here" I sighed as I saw my little daughter welcomed me with her blooded dress.
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