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A certain woman: "God please, I want to cut the red thread." A certain god: "Madam, why do you want to cut our red thread?" A certain woman: "I recognized the wrong person. The one I love is not you." A certain god: "How could it not be me? You clearly love me." A certain woman was a little depressed: "Does this count as a transfer of affection?" A certain god: "I don't mind if my love rival is me." Is this a love affair that happened by chance, or is it destined? This is a problem.

You, this fish, are small, shriveled, and not tasty at all. I will raise you until you are white and fat, and then I will eat you. Is it steamed or braised? Or just have grilled fish.

I especially like to play script killing and play script killing every day. But one day, I opened my eyes and found that I was living in a world of script killing...