The Journey of an Ou

The heavy rain came and went quickly, leaving a humid air thick with the faint smell of earth. The cobblestone streets gleamed under the intermittent sunlight.,“Ten boxes With our store's traffic, do you want to sell until 2009, old man This is a 1982 Dadamir, and this is a 1999 Silu. You're being arrogant!”,The door was pushed open and a tall man in a black hooded sweatshirt walked into the general store, smiling and greeting Old Jack: "Hey, old Jack."。