That Mysterious Girl and Her Red Bag — Then One Day, It Turned Up on My Doorstep
On a street where time itself seemed to yawn with boredom—a place where nothing ever happened and neighbors traded polite smiles more out of habit than curiosity—a small, tattered red bag appeared one evening on a doorstep like an uninvited guest carrying a secret too heavy for its frayed straps to bear. No one could …
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