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Elvis Presley
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Categories: fantasy (fiction)
Statuses: Updating
I was hanging from that peach tree. Under the tree was buried my sister. I'm not dead yet. It s just that the little master s belt is getting tighter and tighter ...... As a cat, what can I say? He doesn't understand anything. Now, I gather my last eyes and look at him one more time-I am separated from him by a belt. The poor boy! The way I stood in Xian must have frightened him! But will he understand one day that there is a kind of helplessness in this world called-survival ......