A story about an ugly piece of mustard-flavored bread.
There are two seniors and juniors who are two grades apart. One is facing the torture of the third year of high school in hell, and the other is a junior who has just started high school life. The two people who have not been named care about each other.
We in the third year of high school and we in the first year of high school are confused and don't know what to yearn for, and we who are fearless don't understand the power of fear.
In ignorance, they influence each other, as the political teacher said, subtle, profound and lasting.
It's all me, don't doubt it's all me.
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