Why does complaining to a shooting star turn you into a baby?
Why do everyone in my family have facial nerve necrosis?
Why does everyone play tennis?
And the most important thing,
Why are all the people who confess to me boys?
My carefree and filterless days will be gone forever. If I had known this, I wouldn't have looked at the stars. Damn sister, why are you going crazy with a bunch of comics when you have nothing to do? Ah! It's all those pesky shooting stars!
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