To hell with Valentine's Day and all—
I would like to send my sincere greetings to all the outgoing dogs who bought a watch last year.
The reason for writing this article is that someone originally agreed to go out with Motor Oil, but ended up having a fever and did not eat the caramel pudding made by the girl herself, and instead ate the tasteless porridge under the quilt. .
Forget it if you die, forget it if you die, forget it if you die, forget it if you die. The barrage in my mind is still scrolling in the opposite direction.
To the newspaper publisher, don't worry about the details.
Easy cure, really, I don't read much, I'm not lying.