I found you outside my window in an extremely hot day. I wish I could communicate with you, then I could warn you a typhoon is approaching Hong Kong. I could suggest you to give up your big fat moth feast, grab your web and run without turning your head back.
Everything is too late, a Level 8 typhoon had swiped across here last night. When I looked out, you were not there, I guess you had been wiped away effortlessly.
That's really bad....
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