I can't write anymore, and there are only seven more today.
slapped in the face, said ten more, still owes three more, make up for it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the 10,000-word full attendance is gone, the red-white competition is very hard, a full eighteen days......
His eyes were black, he was on the keyboard, and his head was buzzing...... I'm scared, I'd better rest first, lest I get myself burned.
Tragic little swoop street. (To be continued.) )