It was apparently during a war. In the gray, concrete field, I am running around to find a hiding place from the bullets and grenades. At the crevice I found were two moles (I don't know what exactly they were. But they looked like moles) who welcomed me into their place. I found myself communicating with them. I learned they were both male who
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You live in Fremont.... I used to live in Newark, CA!
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