Sometimes I feel like I'm right, sometimes I feel like I'm wrong. Like the ants surrounding the queen, they seem to be orderly and step-by-step, but they are also like the chaos of the sheep during the great migration. But I understand that I am right and you are wrong. I had countless moments where I could have asked questions, but I missed them all. I want to ask you whether my acquaintance with you is right or wrong...
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