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These days, anyone who gets married directly without dating thirty or fifty times is simply out of luck, Mumu thought to herself.
She also wants the luck of stepping on dog shit. Oh, God, let the dog shit on the ground come more violently.
It's a pity that although she is highly short-sighted, the dog poop on the ground is always in the corner, making it difficult for her to reach Mumu's feet. Even if she is lucky enough to run up to her, they are the wheels of her electric car, not the soles of her feet.
Mumu: Once you embark on a blind date, it's like dressing up as a female Tang Monk. There are all kinds of monsters, ghosts, monsters, and monsters along the way. It's really eye-opening for the poor monk, ah, no, girl, me.
But I just want to find a male who I like. I will count my white hair when I am young and count my black hair when I am old. How can it be as difficult as ninety-nine and eighty-one? Tathagata Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, you open your eyes and see if you can still give others, ah, no, give disciples a way to survive. You really want me to be an older, older, older, leftover woman, ah, no, are you forcing me to die?
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