Once, twice, three times, you have given birth to me, and I have grown old. Three times, four times, five times, I have given birth to you, and my teeth have shaken. What kind of reincarnation will it take to wash away this bottomless misery? Could it be said that looking back thousands of times is not worth the time it takes for a flower to bloom?
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I found that I quite enjoyed each chapter.
And this last sentence.
I found that I quite enjoyed each chapter. And this last sentence.