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When the war is over, Shaluo, would you come home with me?
When the war is over, Shenzhun, would you be willing to sell flower cakes with me?
Though our hearts were stirred a thousand times over, though our hopes soared,
As war raged on and lives were lost, there was nothing we could do.
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This is a pretend war story by a hopeless writer who can't manage to make it feel even a little somber... TUT
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