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I always feel that I am a person who admits death, and if I think it is right, I must stubbornly follow my own death. It doesn't matter what the people around me think, and whether they will be sad and sad because of this, let alone realize that this is actually just their own disease-free moaning.

I woke up the next morning and, as usual, opened my eyes with ease. There was warm sunlight shining in. I love the warmth of the winter sun in the northern cities.

Good morning kisses? When I opened my eyes, my brother's kiss was already on my forehead.

"Awake? When do you fall asleep? It's going to be ten o'clock before you wake up! "Brother......

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