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Categories: fantasy (fiction)
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O God of fortune, though I have given up love, yet, if it can still be reversed, bless me with a happy and beautiful date tomorrow afternoon. It is not loneliness that scares the lonely. Rather, he is unknowingly accustomed to loneliness. In a few years, he will slowly forget that he needs to have a girlfriend. After a few more years, the cicada fortress under the bed will be as thick as a dictionary. In a few more years, if not killed...