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Nicholas could only hold his breath perfectly, standing in front of the house with a tall white fence. The house that was now so foreign to him, and the house that was maybe so very familiar to him. Or even, Nicholas himself often calls this at home. but alas, who cares? Nicholas didn't think any human would care about those memories. memories when Nicholas was a stupid human who would accept all the things that were treated by all the humans who owned the house, only after the truth was revealed who would believe? Even a stupid mouse would never believe everyone in that house. fake smiles, fake friendliness, fake attitude, and even the love they offer is fake. There is no authenticity and reality, everything seems to be useless. It was only the tightness that was slicing his chest again and the tightness that made Nicholas feel the pain in that part of his heart return again and the wound that had almost dried up began to be torn apart again.

"Unlucky!" muttered Nicholas.

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