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"Only at night can you tell those strange stories." His friend stretched. Drag the jacket away and sit cross-legged on the floor. There was not much furniture in his house, and all the guests came to make the floor. Because when he said he hated chairs, it was the style of the ancients to do it on the ground.

"Go on, what half-hearted story is this?" I urged.

"Yes, that's right