Life is like a hangover. At some point in the night, you are pretentious, unwilling to be mediocre, and the power to destroy the world is in your right hand, and you choose to save it~ But when you wake up, you realize that life has not changed, Your dad still has alopecia areata and bad breath, your girlfriend scoffs at you as a clerk but always suspects you have other women, your boss thinks your ideas are bullshit like the weekend newspaper, but you still have a love for you The old menopause mom. . . So, let my life be spent in the protagonist's chatter, drink up let's boo boo~
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