Damn Mumu, you dare to snatch my popsicle? See how I deal with you. When I saw Mumu, who had enjoyed bullying me since childhood, fighting with others because of me that day, my tears were like melted popsicles, dripping down. Just when I thought I could be doted on for the rest of my life, Mumu was leaving. Should I keep him from leaving me like I did when I was a child? Can the promise of popsicles hint at our love?
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