This is a half-air short story without an outline made up of jokes, because my Three of Swords really doesn't have many participants. Before writing this story, I was already depressed to the point of semi-A Sword Three, and I sold my account during the writing period. The story is very empty. It is not a story that is told seriously, and I want to express some of my inner feelings. Almost every sentence in the story carries a deeper meaning and emotions that cannot be expressed directly.
May we all meet a better existence.
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