Is the humor that foreigners think is that the mental illness of the dissociative roaming pseudo-dementia can be registered in the psychiatric department. I don’t know why the childishness is doing this kind of mentally retarded performance. I don’t feel nauseous. I’m learning the beans. I don’t know how to learn it. I don’t feel like get. I don’t have any humor. I only feel impolite, nauseous. Taking a shower in the public toilet, slipping into the cesspool, feel like the director, feel like I can go to study again
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