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The Judgment on the Day of Conquest VR360
The black huge barrel at the corner looked like a silent, hungry beast, with its empty mouth gaping wide.lele didn't bother to bend over. she stood there, her right hand stretched out, and grabbed the two-liter-sized beverage bottle. the bottle still had damp condensation on its surface, making it sticky. her thumbnail — with tiny cracks at the edges and a speck of dust barely visible to the naked eye embedded in the nail gap — pressed firmly against the plastic label. without a moment's hesitation, she closed her fingers, and the bottle, under the immense grip, made a "coughing" sound as it twisted and deformed. in an instant, it was smashed into the bottom of the barrel like a discarded paper ball, with a "puff" sound. the jelly box was the next one. it was a flat plastic container with sharp edges. she used the tips of her index and middle fingers - without the protection of gloves - to scrape the smooth and slightly greasy surface directly, then rotated her wrist and the box flew off, hitting the bucket wall with a crisp "snap". she no longer glanced at the various packaging bags, torn snack bags, and tangled plastic wrap. instead, she just looked down, reached out, grabbed, and threw. her nails sometimes scraped against the rough screw threads of the bottle cap, and sometimes pierced into the soft folds of the plastic bag, with various textures and distinct sensations. the garbage piled up higher and higher, touching the edge of the bucket. finally, she pressed down hard with her palm, flattening the last bit of the floating space. the bucket was full, heavy as a solid block. she lifted the rim of the bucket with one hand - the black thick garbage bag tightened under her fingers, leaving deep indentations - and walked towards the door. the door opened, and with a swing of her arm, the entire black mass "thud" landed on the cold ground outside. the task was completed, like a unquestionable territorial clearance.
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