Britain is a cold country, not only because of the climate, but also because of loneliness. Loneliness swells like a raised carnivorous chicken and lays eggs. Really, those eggs are love. Although here, UK no true love is regarded as a theorem like the conservation of energy. There are still people who catalyze the seeds of loneliness. Frail people regard love as medicine, and strong people regard love as a game. The heroine feels that she is a dispensable person in the world, but I want to say that she is a person with a story, because she has loved both men and women.
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