Photo Retouching

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When I got home from work, Jasper sent me a message saying that he had to revise his thesis and didn't have time to come over. I began to act alone. First, I searched for Amanda's account on Twitter to get some clues. Through the list of accounts Lena was following, I found Amanda's account, the name of which was Menafighting. I spent the entire evening studying her Tweets.

They were nothing more than fragmentary thoughts. She would post a beautiful photo or a photo of a cup of coffee and quote a sentence from Jane Austen's work. In the few months before she died, she was just repeatedly doing what an ordinary girl would do. There was nothing strange about her tweets. At 9 p.m., the room was hushed. After taking the medicine, I felt a little tired and wanted to sleep.