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It was June, and the shadows of spring were gone, and the sun was shining through the trees, and the air was growing hotter and hotter, and the fish was determined to stay by the Ghost King's side, and he could not bear the sun, so I had to draw the curtains around the windows of the room.

Even so, Little Fishy still had to return to her original spot from time to time. After resting for a while