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Categories: metropolis
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A piece of leather paper, dancing in the world. Inside and outside the painting, the loser is the hero. A poor loser, everywhere by the eyes of others, when people count. But - no eye of the rat sky care, got a hundred changes after the map, the poor loser's life began a reversal. Divine doctor, divine calculation, divine power, want what have what, think what come what. The people who look down on me, I see you sick and die. Those who count on me, I will curse you to death. Those who oppress me...