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I have always felt that I am suitable for fish farming. Every spring, just like those people walking through the fish market, although their expressions are cold, their eyes are sparkling. I look for those unusual spirits to reach final reconciliation in their lively and interesting intimacy and confrontation. I don't care if they leave me in the end, I just want to miss them. Are you dreaming? Within ten seconds every time I wake up from a dream, I will forget who I am. This is the most comfortable time for me to be an idiot, no less than looking at the sad face of the mortal world in heaven.
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