The kids leave. Hopefully they were the last ones.... You feel tired. You feel something watching you. Then, a sound can be heard. Footstep after another. There, a "kid" stands. He doesn't speak, but stares at you. He grabs a sack out of what seems like thin air and opens it, beckoning you to put sweets in there.
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01/11/2024
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Leonchik
02/11/2024
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04/11/2024