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night watchman in hell
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Categories: unapologetic
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It was raining heavily on the day the master died. Almost the entire county walked out, joining the crowd in silence, bright red umbrellas in their hands, as if they were adding ten miles of red makeup to the rainy night. Bean drops of rain slapped on the bright red umbrellas and seemed to mix with the smell of blood. I can't figure it out, in my impression Master Master is just an ordinary little old man playing the night watch in the mental hospital...