Strap
Ugh, red bean paste, private Marseille...
I'm definitely not going to be able to write anything today. The sound of cement being poured out of the window has been bothering me all day. I don't know when I'll be able to finish. My mental state has completely collapsed. I've only managed to get a thousand words so far, and I've already sent them.
I'll stay up late and write more so I can update earlier tomorrow.
I'm so sorry.orz
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