It was not his books that had drained him of energy but his dreams. A whole library wouldn’t have exhausted him as much as his constant dreaming night after night. the assholes.
Should I do it or not? At the end of deep thought, I couldn’t confess to you because of the sound of the midsummer rain. Did it float off to the Milky Way that is faintly shining in the sky?
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