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The 死んだ wife of Zoltan アバシッド stares at us from the 月, where she is dressed in her best bee-costume, limbs chafed by the joints of the shellac-shelled costume. Beneath her 靴（複）, she can feel the wood creaking as the 塊 of the 蜂（複） funnel out through the small provided slot at the bottom of the skyscraper, ready to fight hard for their boss and bring victory to their hometown. |
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