I wanted to finish the last day of the month, but I didn't expect it to burn again.

The head is buzzing, every breath is hard, coughing, sneezing and the brain is going to explode.

The house is like an egg, being thrown around by the bartender's technique, all kinds of shows, scattered yellow......

Flattened out, explain.

Although the house is capricious enough, I still have to pull my bottom line occasionally, and I can't be too scumbag ⊙ ⊙

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