In fact, I just don't want to write copy anymore. I feel a little gray and I don't know what to write but I want to post it. Take a snippet.
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Looking back on it many years later, the little girl jokingly asked me, "Sir, this hairpin is so beautiful. You carved it yourself. Did you have a sweetheart?"
I was suddenly stunned and didn't know how to answer her. Sweetheart? Come to think of it, maybe there is. But this hairpin is not for my sweetheart.
I once had a sweetheart who didn't know that I was a girl or that I liked him. In this life, the relationship ended with the word "lord and minister", and he never dared to miss a step. Now that he is about to die, it is a bit sad not to be able to see his beloved before he dies. But when I think about it carefully, I have paid off what I hid from him and what I owed him with a lifetime of hard work. It should be that the two owe each other nothing.
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