The Murderer

There’s a ball come to my yard. I feel so excited that I know someone will be here soon. I play the ball with my little brother corpse. He seems like that ball too.

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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.

The Unbeliever

As long as my life, I trust the words of no one. Because I know, that human beings are used to lie. So, in that evening, I still came to the old-empty-house to take my ball back. I ignored a warning from a little boy whom I met in the front of the gate.

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