[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Edible guide: 1. Riddle is in a state of confusion, and he will use transfiguration to become different people. Different souls are constantly competing for the body, but he himself does not know.

2. Mary treats every relationship with a different mood and embraces a new life!

Since his resurrection, Tom Riddle has been in a period of chaos.

The oppression of his several horcruxes has been competing with his broken, maddened soul for his new body.

At times he would sink into a sense of nothingness, as if time had never stopped him, and he himself had been abandoned.

He must quickly change this state.

Riddle had struggled before. He didn't believe that he would destroy himself, but defeating himself was the most difficult thing. He seemed to have split into many uncontrollable individuals and tore his spirit apart.

He can't remember the past clearly, only remembering that he was traveling around, and he repeated when he occasionally recalled the past and split up again.

At this moment, he met Mary again.

It should be said that he didn't know what that woman's name was—he didn't even know what her name was, so he just said it casually.

For her, there was only a familiar feeling rippling in his heart, everything was much better, the restless soul in his body seemed to be washed, he wanted to touch her.

At first he approached her with this simple idea.

She was so familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

However, after experiencing a complete blank in his head some time ago, he has the habit of recording.

On October 25, [-], the weather was overcast.

The weather was really bad, and most people might not choose to go out, but she and a young man with freckles were looking for the Thunderbird they called in the wilderness.

I know this is a very dangerous creature.

On October 26, [-], the weather was rainy.

They all said that the weather has been bad recently, and for some reason they still haven't given up looking, which is simply asking for trouble.Thunderbird has a high awareness of prevention, and doing so will only make the weather worse.The most terrible thing is that she hasn't brought an umbrella yet, well, although this problem can be solved with magic.But the rain has completely soaked her clothes. If it were me, I would find a place to use a quick-drying spell.

But this scene is worth remembering.

On October 27, [-], there was a thunderstorm.

Sure enough, there was a heavy rain today, well, they still have to go to find the Thunderbird, Merlin, this is not a vacation - of course, if they are really on vacation, I didn't say it.Oh, the point of today is, I spoke to this lady.Her name is indeed Mary as I thought, why could I guess it before?Maybe it's because the name is so common.

Back to the topic, Mary discovered my existence—in fact, I am not far away, she may have been too focused on harmony and nature to notice me.She first questioned who I am, why I always follow them, in short - pay attention to the wording.

I made a random lie, said I was a traveling painter, and showed her my paintings—and she actually criticized me for being a Fauvist, and said she didn’t look like that.

What qualifications does she have to say about others, she is also a shit/shit pie, uh, I don't know why I think so, my head is a mess.

On October 28, [-], there was a thunderstorm.

The thunderstorm has been going on, should I practice my painting?

On October 29, [-], there was a thunderstorm.

Painting in residence.

On October [-], [-], there was a thunderstorm.

Painting in residence.

On October 31, [-], there was a thunderstorm.

Painting in residence.

On November [-], [-], there was a thunderstorm.

Painting in residence.

On November [-], [-], the weather was fine.

Today is a good time to go out, and I met her again, and I talked to her a few words, and she told me that she had found the thunderbird that needed rescue, no wonder the weather was fine.

On November [-], [-], the weather was fine.

I showed her the painting, and I watched her wryly smile.She said she was leaving and I bought the same flight.

On November [-], [-], the weather was fine.

She didn't seem to want me to follow her--it was just a way.

On November [-], [-], the weather was fine.

It's a fine day to fly, and I can actually Apparate back to England, but I can still try flying once in a while.

On November [-], [-], the weather was foggy.

Back in London, I found myself a place to live.But Mary didn't know where to go, forget it.

On November [-], [-], the weather was fine.

saw her.

On November [-], [-], the weather was fine.

We are destined, aren't we?I bought her something to drink, I figured she'd like Firewhiskey - and it did, I think I knew her pretty well, though we didn't know each other well.

She called my name and I went to her house and got a physical pleasure.

On November [-], [-], the weather changed from fine to foggy.

Women are as changeable as the weather in London.

On November [-], [-], the weather was foggy.

I feel very uncomfortable today. I seem to recall something before going to bed, but I can’t remember it now.However, she came to see me.

On November [-], [-], the weather was foggy.

Hope it doesn't rain tomorrow.

On November [-], [-], the weather was rainy.

I hate the weather in London.

But it is worth mentioning that I went to her house again.Yellow furniture looks very homey.

On November [-], [-], the weather was rainy.

She is 29 years old this year, um, I just realized that when I was in my teens, she was far more deviant than that pure face.

She told me that she has dealt with even the most difficult people.

She has an ex-husband, who is it?

On November [-], [-], the weather was rainy.

Painting in residence.

On November [-], [-], the weather was rainy.

I should go to her, I always feel that there is something left unsaid.

Still start with eating, I hope she is mine.

In [-], November [-]th, the weather was rainy.

She said the ptarmigan she rescued was recovering from its injuries and could be released back to Arizona soon.She asked me if I wanted to go together. If following her can remind me of the past, then I still look forward to it.

On November [-], [-], the weather was rainy.

According to her, she also has a child about my age. The world is amazing, isn't it?

On November [-], [-], the weather was rainy.

It has been raining in London for a week.It occurred to me that when I was very young, there was a blond girl who always fought with me, she was a savage, and would use scissors to cut my clothes to sew her ugly bear.

She seems to be called Mary too, look how common that name is.

On November [-], [-], the weather was overcast.

It finally stopped raining this morning, but the clouds were overcast and there was still rain tonight.In the afternoon, we were walking on the lanes outside London, and she sang Hufflepuff songs, and I watched her sing.

On November [-], [-], the weather was rainy.

We made an appointment to ride bikes together - yes, it was her hobby, I hate Muggle stuff.But I can watch her ride, she balances on a tin frame very bored, and finally she throws herself into my arms and tells me some stories of the past.

Sounds unpleasant, she seems to have a long story with her ex-husband, longer than I thought, and she calls him a big fool, but she says she has come out - as far as I know , which is a hint of a woman.But generally speaking, this kind of talk never comes out at all. Now I think what her ex-husband said is right, she really talks a lot.

But I didn't say anything, I kissed her.

On June [-], [-], the weather was fine.

Sorry, I'm just now re-writing the diary.I've had a rough time, since I had a connection with Mary last year - I guess it was a connection?Definitely is.

In short, after that, my spirit was very poor, as if I had returned to the sense of nothingness in the original consciousness, I became confused, no one could help me, my body seemed to be torn apart by a group of people, and I ran away .

But I still remember her, although it was only a short month, but I think if I can get better, I will go to her.

In the past six months, I have improved a lot. Physically, I can act normally. God knows that the first thing I want to do is to find Mary. Maybe she is the only person in the world who can make me happy.

June [-], [-], the weather was fine

I went to her house, but she wasn't there.I met another man and I would have given him Avada Kedavra if he hadn't said it was his son.

When she came back, she didn't seem as happy to see me as I was.

I'm looking forward to it.

She scolded me angrily and reprimanded me for leaving without saying goodbye.But I can't explain anything to her.

She can make me happy or she can make me sad.But I can only seem to make her sad.

Riddle thought they were done.Well, well, well, boring woman, he doesn't need her.

She doesn't even know him!

Riddle faced Mary, lingering on her with a sinister look, and finally said nothing, and he left.

When Riddle woke up again, he found himself in a tavern next to Fort Salvo.

Splitting headache.

He quickly got up and flipped through his diary, and found that he hadn't kept a diary since June [-]th this year.

Who is this woman named Mary?Why did her channel appear in his diary?It seems that the concern was very intimate but ended in a hurry?

"Hey, want another drink? Leon? What are you looking at!" Someone hooked his back and smashed the wine glass into his face.

"Don't touch me!" he yelled, and the magic on him shook the man away.

"You are crazy!"

He didn't know the man at all, and there was only Mary in his diary!

Riddle lost consciousness and ran out of the tavern.

He stopped by the sea and looked at his face full of vicissitudes.

He was another person again, but he couldn't remember what he had done.

Damn it, damn it!

He's going back to London!

Anyway, Mary knows him and knows his past!

But as soon as Riddle was about to set sail, he saw the man he had in mind—literally—around this contract.

He even suspected that he was wrong. She wrapped her long hair and walked on the street alone, as if she was following something.

Suddenly, she walked towards Riddle, and he circled around, but the lady was obviously coming towards him, but he was not in the same posture before, could she recognize it? !

"Please don't move!"

Mary exited, causing Riddle to take a sudden step back, but Mary moved even faster. She threw a spell with her wand, and when he almost hit Riddle, he quietly used wandless magic to defend against the attack.

He was about to get angry, "You—"

At this moment, she saw that golden spell bypassing him again and running towards his back, he felt an invisible force pulling him backwards, his body was crooked, and he fell directly to the ground .

what's the situation? !

"I've got you!" Mary said to the completely invisible cloud of air behind him with her hips thrust forward.

Riddle's expression darkened, only to realize that there was a hidden monster standing behind him, tied up like a thin bear, a disgusting thing...

Was this the reason Mary launched the attack in the first place?It's a good thing he hasn't done anything to Mary yet.

"I'm sorry, sir." Mary's fingers hooked the scattered hair behind her ears, and stretched out her hand to him: "I was too anxious just now, are you not injured?"

"What do you think?" He was angry for no reason, as if angry because she didn't recognize her, he reached out to hold her hand and stood up.

"Sorry, where did you get hurt?" Although she was full of apologies, she still used a spell to put the hidden monster into a retractable pocket before saying to Riddle, "My healing spell is very powerful."

Seeing that Riddle didn't speak, she blinked: "Why don't I treat you to a meal and treat it as my apology, okay?"

Oh, it suits him.

He hadn't chosen the tavern he'd been to before, apparently some bastard who had taken over this body while he wasn't aware of it had known someone and he just wanted to distance himself from them.

"So, you've lost your memory, can't you remember anything?" Mary took a glass of Flame Whiskey, "Oh, that's interesting, you happened to order the wine I like."

Riedel smiled and said, "Aren't you from Austria, are you here to travel?"

"There's nothing wrong with explaining it this way. I'm mainly here to track down the Hidden Monster. I just caught it today and met you at the same time. Maybe you brought me luck!" Mary sipped her cup and smiled. Into a crescent shape.

"It's just a coincidence." He snorted and raised his glass.

"Oh...you are such a person who is very good at chatting." Mary's embarrassment climbed onto her face for a moment, "But you are also the first person I met in Austria, so let's drink more happily!"

Riddle didn't speak, he was very upset, he had a strange feeling - he seemed to know her, but it felt different, in his past diary, at first he wanted to find something from her, Why does that magical feeling exist?

Mary was even more embarrassed. She originally wanted to stir up a happy topic to enliven the atmosphere, but in the end, only the music in the tavern kept ringing, and the man named Leon on the opposite side had a gloomy expression, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

She can only drink whiskey while drinking, well, she decides to leave when she has another glass.

During the next drink, Riddle stopped her: knowingly asked: "British, you haven't told me your name yet."

"Ah, my name is Mary." Mary sat down again with her raised buttocks up, "Actually..."

"Okay, Mary, have another drink with me." He waved his hand like an elegant nobleman, "I treat you to this drink."

Riddle could figure out how much she was drinking, well, he found he knew all along.

Mary squinted her eyes and shook her head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Leon. If I have another drink, I'll be drunk. I have to go back."

She is a woman who knows the dangerous distance, and the smell of alcohol made her face rosy. She stood up and handed out a business card, "I have to go, I am very sorry for hurting you today, if you have anything else, you can talk to me I call."

He looked at the card, Mary Riddle, and it looked familiar.

He must now record his affairs in the form of a diary to prevent him from becoming mentally disturbed again, maybe next week, tomorrow, or even the next second.

On December [-], [-], the weather was fine.

I walked three streets according to her business card before I found a public telephone booth to call her. To be honest, this public telephone booth was so difficult to use that I couldn't bear it. With a hoarse voice after sobering up, she asked me what's wrong, if there was something wrong with yesterday's injury.

I told her to reassure her, and hoped she could tell me her last name.

Well, the overly blunt question doesn't seem to apply to this question, she suddenly became alarmed and told me it was just a common surname, from her ex-husband, and now they have nothing to do with each other at all, and she won't talk about him anymore past.

But she obviously told the last "I" - I really want to ask why the "I" at that time didn't write it down in detail, or was it because "I" was her boyfriend at that time?

Does she tell her boyfriend everything?That's too clichéd.

How about I be your boyfriend?I pose this question.

The other side hung up.

On December [-], [-], the weather was fine.

It was still a call from Santiaojie today, and it took a while for the other party to get through.

"Hello--"

Yes, that's right, I just said that, and she hung up again.

In [-], on December [-], the weather was fine.

First of all, let me explain that I am definitely not a stalker, but there is nothing I can do about Mary.She should be returning to England soon, and now I need to quickly find out the surname Riddle, and the relationship between her and me, my subject.

On December [-], [-], the weather was fine.

She seemed to be really concentrating on traveling and didn't notice me.

I feel a little boring following this woman now, why don't I start from other aspects?In terms of strength, no matter what, I am superior. I am fully capable of tying her up, forcing her, and telling me.

On December [-], [-], the weather was fine.

keep an eye on.

In [-], on December [-]th, the weather was fine.

I should have started with someone else instead of staring at her.

On December [-], [-], the weather was fine.

keep an eye on.

On December [-], [-], the weather was fine.

Well, enough is enough.This time it's real.I stopped her when she was going out, so I didn't ask about Riddle directly, or it was like now-I saw it on Muggle TV-the show in the lobby of the hotel, I didn't mean it , Those stupid big guys chasing girls will always say some weird and disgusting things, and the stupid girls who make them happy always follow behind them to besiege the more mentally retarded heroines.

I cleared my throat, and with difficulty the words came out of my mouth.

Mary said, are you sick?

Well, it looks like I'm stuck with plan B - using the more retarded heroine approach, and I'm passed out.

But I'm pretending.

On December [-], [-], the weather was fine.

My excuse is that I was attacked by the hidden monster she wanted to catch. The trauma has healed, but I always feel that my body is not right.

Everyone knew it was a horrible monster, and as far as I know her—I think I know her well enough, she won't leave me.

OK, I tricked her.

She always seems to trust people because of this stupid way.

On December [-], [-], the weather was fine.

She came to the hotel where I was staying for a routine inspection of my wound and said she couldn't see anything unusual.

She hesitated to speak, and gently told me that she thought my body was weird.It seems that there are many forces pulling, just like the magic stretching toys played by children, which will be controlled by different forces and become different.

However, she also said that she was not an expert, and suggested that she go to the Wizarding Hospital in Austria to register.

Of course I won't go.

On December [-], [-], the weather was fine.

Mary came to ask about my situation today, and I suddenly felt that there was no way to do this, and I learned a love story from a Muggle youth love fight/cannon movie from her, and she rolled her eyes.

Muggle movies are a lie.

On December 21, [-], the weather was fine.

When she saw my painting today, she still had a hesitant expression.

It seems that the last "I" is very good at painting.

On December 22, [-], the weather was fine.

I'll have to think of a way to keep her by my side now, the occult excuse won't last long, maybe Legilimency?I should be a master of Legilimency.

On December 23, [-], the weather was fine.

I was in the hotel thinking about Legilimency yesterday, but just thinking about this spell gives me a headache, as if something really bad happened to me around it.

Looking at Mary who came again, I still gave up this plan.

On December 24, [-], the weather was fine.

The occult thing was over, and I told her that I was back to normal, although she still advised me to go to the hospital.

I said I was going to London with her, and she said she could introduce me to someone she knew at St. Mungo's—damn it, I'm not her patient?

On December 25, [-], the weather was overcast.

Coming to London is bad weather.

I found my former residence and forced the Muggles who live there to leave.

On December 26, [-], the weather was rainy.

I remember the address of her home, the yellow-themed furniture.She seemed surprised that I'd found this place, and began to wonder—what I guess had to do with that ex-husband named Riddle.

How would I know.

I still want to know.

On December 27, [-], the weather was rainy.

Because of this layer of suspicion, I seem to be a little closer to her. I really hope it's not my illusion.

On December 28, [-], the weather was rainy.

She took the initiative to find me, and was surprised by my address. She first said that I had investigated her, and then changed her words. She said that maybe it was all a coincidence, that I was weird, pointed at me with a magic wand, and asked where I was Is the black wizard who came here a follower of "him".

I seriously say I can't understand, but she launched an attack on me, and I'm very good at dodging her attack, but judging from the youth love fight/gun muggle movie, I have to show weakness, I have to be her Attacked, let her soften.

Well, I fell into her arms and she relented.

It seems that Muggle movies still have a role.

On December 28, [-], the weather was overcast.

It will clear up today, maybe tomorrow.

Since yesterday's incident, Mary seems to have kept her mouth shut about it.

She just murmured that there seemed to be a kind of fate in the dark, some people were destined to leave us, and she always saw people like him.

Shit, talking about that Riddle (her ex-husband) again.

On December 29, [-], the weather was fine.

Long-lost good weather, isn't it?

Marilla I went to the Leaky Cauldron (crossed out) record store, the one the Muggles saw.

She picked up a record and listened to the song in the listening room.

The audition room was small, so we were so close that I could see the hair on the tip of her nose.

I asked her, do you always do this to men?

She said no, just because you're all alike.I would subconsciously feel that you are alone, close to you, to accept, but this is impossible, right?

Did she do it on purpose?Anyway I got angry and I left.

On December [-], [-], the weather was overcast.

I decided to use painting to ease my mood.

On December 31, [-], the weather was rainy.

Well I have a mission I can't complete, I still have to meet her.

Leon, you have to remember your original purpose.

But she didn't show up that day, and I didn't know where she went. I went straight into their house—using magic, of course I didn't have the key to her house.Her owl went and returned, and handed me the envelope on her lap.

She sent me a letter apologizing and saying she didn't mean to do that.

I threw the paper into the stove.

By the way, she set fire to her house.

He woke up from the night, now the time is 31:[-].

The young man turned on the light and looked around, not knowing where he was.

He took out the diary, the first one was Alex, and the second one was Leon. He rummaged through his coat and found a business card with Edward written on it.

This is his current name, and he can't remember what happened before.

All I know is Mary, and it seems that she is always using her for comparison.

Should he go see her?

After meditating for a whole night, he saw himself in front of the mirror—the eyes were bruised, the chin was black, and he was full of world-weariness.

Summary: He doesn't like this Mary very much.

Although my previous self always wanted to get something from her, didn't they all fail?

He thought he should touch her, but he couldn't get too close to her.

What should he do?

"Edward" pondered, planning to abandon those previous feelings this time, create a new person, and get to know her. This is a revenge, one-sided.

At the same time, he can't let go and find his past self.

He simply created a chance to meet her, and even followed her as his work partner to find some damn magical animal——thestral, he is as thin as a horse, it is a symbol of death, and it is the pure form after understanding death. soul.

Of course she could see these things, she said that she had long been used to seeing deaths, big and small, and she had learned its cruelty long ago in the war.

She asked me, "What about you?"

But I am not dead.

He replied that in order to survive, she could attack the purest life in the world.

She raised her eyebrows, not afraid of his horrible remarks, but just laughed heartily, reminding him of the unicorn whose life was taken away by him.

He had to keep his diary.

In [-], on May [-], the weather was fine.

She's a workaholic, really.As her assistant, sometimes I just don't have time to talk to her when I'm so busy.

On May [-], [-], the weather was fine.

Today we are leaving for Liechtenstein, and we are going to Budou to complete her dissertation.She started talking a lot at this time, and she looked like a Koppu bird—to be honest, I didn’t know that when I was in school, my grades were all O, she was really useful, and I remembered things from my childhood.

In [-], on May [-], the weather was cloudy.

It should be raining tomorrow, so I didn't make much progress today except reading with her. In my spare time, I will go to my room to draw.

In [-], on May [-], the weather was rainy.

The Bu bird we are looking for is a bird that looks malnourished. It will chirp and make a lot of noise when it rains heavily.Mary wanted to write a dissertation on the rather boring topic "The Difference Between the Foreign and the Irish Bowling".

We searched in the rain and she blamed me for not holding an umbrella for her.

In [-], on May [-], the weather was rainy.

Thanks for the bad weather as well as the good weather, luckily it rained all week in Liechtenstein, unfortunately now we have to spend the days in a tent in the woods...  

In [-], on May [-], the weather was rainy.

I'm going to give up, and I'll leave after studying such boring things with her.

In [-], on May [-], the weather was rainy.

I hate Bu bird! ! !

On May [-], [-], the weather was fine.

The weather has cleared up, go eat/shit, Boo!

On May [-], [-], the weather was fine.

I was liberated, left Liechtenstein as a poor little assistant to a boring researcher, and continued to search for my past with the clues I had saved.

Goodbye, Mary!

In the diary for the next three months, Riddle searched for the records of the past. He was a little disappointed to find that he was born in an orphanage, and it was 70 years ago. Was he so old?

In [-], on August [-], the weather was fine.

Mary sent me a letter saying that her paper was published (of course I didn't pay attention), and as the only assistant (and she knew it) willing to follow her, I, she would like to give some thanks - a piece of paper Diqi European Cup tickets.

Damn, what did I think.

In [-], on August [-], the weather was fine.

I have an appointment.But I forgot that we actually wanted to live in the tent she brought back from the woods. Even if it had two rooms and one living room, I wouldn't forget the time when the disgusting boobies stared at me, okay?

In [-], on August [-], the weather was fine.

I have no interest in the European Cup, Bulgaria's stupid big man is rampaging like a bear, and I can only watch her drinking beer and cheering for them with the crazy fans.

I really want to go straight away!

This caused her to sleep all day that night. I apparated her back and watched her fall asleep on the bed.

I sat by the bed, and I was thinking, I must have had such a time, looking at her by the bed, and gently stroking his face.

That's when she woke up, as if out of her wits, calling other people's names—Tom, I don't know her.

Merlin, she really has a lot of men!

Of course, I didn't forget my purpose, I wanted to approach her to revenge her, so as a villain, I slept with this lady in an unconscious state.

In [-], on August [-]th, the weather was cloudy.

She did freak out the next morning and said she was sorry, which I guess she did with that Tom, so I just acted hurt and lied to her.

She is more deceitful than I imagined, maybe I'm not pretending to be so.

On August [-], [-], the weather was fine.

Of course I left her right after that, and I don't intend to come back.

In the diary for the next three months, he became suspicious of his identity, and he had to bite the bullet and go to Mary.

On January [-], [-], the weather was foggy.

I don't think I can directly mention that person's name, after all, the last "I" made her hang up the phone directly.

I pretended to be chic, and gave her a simple hug. I sniffed her body, and she should have no empathy.

On January 21, [-], the weather was fine.

I met her son, he looked a little silly, maybe it was her head, well maybe his dad was stupider, that made her son look dumb.

I sneezed.

On January 22, [-], the weather was overcast.

The weather in London has been erratic these days. She recently had a new partner. I saw that young man also looked abnormal. I told her to let her refuse to form a team with this young man.

She asked me if I wanted to come, and I didn't!I hate being with Mary!

On January 23, [-], the weather was foggy.

How about I go and kill that Rove?No no, it's too obvious.Or let him stay in St. Mungo's for three months first, and then let him stay for another three months when I come back.

On January 23, [-], the weather was fine.

The weather is finally getting better. I want to go to Hogwarts. If it is a British orphanage, maybe there will be more stories about me there.

But whose name should I look up?Tom Riddle?

Damn, why do I remember her ex-husband's name?

On January 22, [-], the weather was fine.

I asked her what is that bone snake on her lower back, is it a tattoo of a goddamn young couple's mentally retarded love?

She hugged the pillow, with her long hair hanging down my face, and asked, "Then can you get rid of it?"

I said I can't, but I can get you another one.

She nestled in the cup and said nothing.

On January 23, [-], the weather was fine.

I have to go again, what excuse should I give to Mary?Thinking of this, I left without saying goodbye the first two times, and she didn't say anything.

Well, that doesn't feel right thinking about it, I bet she's got other guys, maybe a lot younger than me, what a bad woman.

Thinking of this, I wanted to leave her quickly.

Damn it, damn it!His leads are broken!

This was Riddle's first thought after falling off the bed. He shook his head, wiped the bedside table habitually, and took off the glasses on it.

Is he still nearsighted...?

Riddle left the bedroom and found that his room was filled with the smell of paint, and the room was filled with large and small paintings.

The painting is full of a blonde woman, angry, smiling, with nostalgic expressions...

Sometimes she's a forest fairy, sometimes she's a winged angel, sometimes she's a leather goddess...but they all have the same gentle face.

Byline... look at the byline!

He found himself a painter named Charlie.

He took a few deep breaths to stay calm, pushed down his glasses, and looked for his diary.

He saw the record of his past, and... His eyes moved to the frame, was she Mary?

What, the story in the diary is so simple and boring, but thanks to the discovery of the third self-his body is occupied by many split souls, he will lose his memory from time to time and become another person, His original self should not be a simple person, and he is inextricably linked with this Mary.

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