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I Don't Know Where the Love Between Erha Came From Time can dilute everything, but the traces left behind still exist. I thought it was the iron tree blooming, but I never thought it would be the same mistake again. The boy you know is no longer unruly and passionate, time has made him conflicted. Emotional injury is not incurable, it just makes people no longer trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves. Spider silk is fragile but tough, just like a young man's attitude towards love. I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper 41Favorites676Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Game Familyunit Text The premise that existence is reasonable is that your logic is self-consistent and you can be invincible. The sadistic writing is full of blood, the logic collapses, and a place of sin emerges. The protagonist is stuck in the quagmire of absurdity. He should have been filled with glory, but instead he lives in the mire with resentment for the rest of his life. Blood and tears rolled down his cheeks. Sin is born here. The world kisses me with pain. The protagonists spread their arms, tilted 6Favorites312Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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God Went to Work as a Cleaner Again Introduction waste Purpose: Cleanliness is everyone's responsibility 2Favorites121Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Stickman［abo］ The match falls into the sea, moisture breeds decay, and the pores decompose themselves. One thousand meters below is the aphotic zone of the sea. The stick figure encounters frozen snow in the deep sea and bathes in the sun in the darkness. The temperature rises, the light is sufficient, and the moisture is suitable. The match glows with spring, green buds begin to emerge, and vitality grows wildly. In the end, what broke through the sea level was the streak of frozen snow. * An uninvite 1Favorites15Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Derailed Klein blue is the color of a person's pupils after death. After death, a person loses 21 grams. Waiting for the peaches to rot, waiting for the sea to turn Klein blue, Wait until I become 21 grams. The soft soil gently kisses the stiff, cyan-stained skin, and the continuous arc lifts up a pair of glass balls. The round hole in the center of the matte white object is filled with Klein blue, reflecting the hollow blue sky. This is clear, unpolluted sky. Purpose: Protecting the environment is every —Favorites3Clicks/ch—Nutrition