"You are in pain!"

Fern put the gun on the table, and he leaned forward, hands and arms pressed to his thighs, leaning forward to look at him, as if preparing for... an elementary school science observation journal.

He looked at Mr. Liaison Officer, at his face, at the changes in his expression, at the uncontrollable twitching and deformation of the muscles on his face because of fear.

Mr. Liaison Officer looked at the boy who was shot, it was his grandson, he wanted to go over,

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