One day I got a notification.
"There's something wrong with your brain."
[Okay, I get it. ]
After a lot of twists and turns, I ended up sitting in a room in a mental hospital.
The previous visitor had left, a man who was curious about me.
I don't hate him.
I actually enjoy one-sided chats.
Of course, the other party still needs to respond.
I can't help but want to see others embarrassed.
He has a card that appears to be silver.
I love so much.
Late at night I slowly closed my eyes.
It seems like you are in the surging chaotic sea water.
I heard ravings that made people go crazy.
[Arolds]
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PS: Even licking dogs were wolves with sharp teeth before they were domesticated.
If the owner always ignores it, beware of the wolf returning to its true nature and biting him.
... Bite it on your mouth.
Pps: The last paragraph is a temporary inspiration, I really feel so sweet!
Concept: Use the perspective of a dog-licking mirror to tell a mysterious plot
Majestic