The day of the most nagging Lieutenant General in history. . .
P. S: There was once a chapter of "A Day in XX" placed under the tip of my nose. How could I cherish it? If I missed it, I would feel regretful in my chest. If God opens my eyes, I just want to say from the bottom of my heart: Let it be reborn under my paws. If I have to add a deadline to this sentence, I hope it is: now!
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